[ emma feels like she should probably pull her hand away, but she's content to let her touch linger for now, skin to skin, though she doesn't reach for his hand like she had before under the stars — doesn't want to push things, really. ]

I wouldn't go claimin' it was because it's you.

[ she shakes her head, but meets his eyes again. there's a melancholy tinge to her demeanor, but not something she wants to actively let slip. ]

This bed has been empty for a while now. If I was so opposed to wakin' up with you, I wouldn't have invited you in the first place.

[ which is true enough. waking up beside faraday doesn't bother her, but she'd been so startled by the change, when she'd just barely started to get used to being alone, that her sleep-hazy mind had reacted in the worst possible way (well, shy of actually punching him instead). ]

It's just— different now. I have to adjust to something else.

[ and faraday is that "something else." ]