[ in the back of her mind, emma thinks part of the reason she invited faraday to her bed is still the intense shock to her system that had come with watching him leave. that had hurt, on not only an emotional level, but also a purely physical one. she'd experienced his pain before — when he'd been shot, as he's recovered — but this was different. there had been nothing actually acting on her body or his this time, but she'd still felt like she was being wrenched apart, like the pieces of herself that she'd been working so arduously to repair were coming apart at the seams.
it had almost felt as she had when she'd watched matthew die, like a gaping, ragged hole was being ripped into her chest all over again.
she still feels staggered by it, but...having faraday there, close, helps.
she also just feels exhausted by the day as a whole, from experiencing those echos of his pain during therapy to their throwdown right after, to the impending loss as she watched him walk from the house. all of it had drawn itself into a tight ball of anxiety and bone-deep tired, but somehow, seeing faraday beside her in her usually empty bed eases the tinge of loneliness that always seems to cling to her these days.
sometimes, holding herself up is— a lot. it takes so much out of her, and in the midst of juggling the process of rebuilding herself and her home, she's still trying to figure out how the mark and faraday fit into her life. complicated doesn't even begin to cover it, but the gentle warmth that suffuses her by being near him momentarily takes the edge off the complexity to let her relax.
and lord, if she doesn't need to relax, at least a touch.
she manages a nod, her eyes heavy as she drags the blanket tighter around her shoulders to fight off the chill. ]
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it had almost felt as she had when she'd watched matthew die, like a gaping, ragged hole was being ripped into her chest all over again.
she still feels staggered by it, but...having faraday there, close, helps.
she also just feels exhausted by the day as a whole, from experiencing those echos of his pain during therapy to their throwdown right after, to the impending loss as she watched him walk from the house. all of it had drawn itself into a tight ball of anxiety and bone-deep tired, but somehow, seeing faraday beside her in her usually empty bed eases the tinge of loneliness that always seems to cling to her these days.
sometimes, holding herself up is— a lot. it takes so much out of her, and in the midst of juggling the process of rebuilding herself and her home, she's still trying to figure out how the mark and faraday fit into her life. complicated doesn't even begin to cover it, but the gentle warmth that suffuses her by being near him momentarily takes the edge off the complexity to let her relax.
and lord, if she doesn't need to relax, at least a touch.
she manages a nod, her eyes heavy as she drags the blanket tighter around her shoulders to fight off the chill. ]
Get some sleep yourself, all right?
[ because they both could use it after today. ]