[ for some reason, it still catches her by surprise when faraday reaches out to her like that, when his hand settles over her own, even more of that warmth and completion winding through her. there's a quiet part of her that feels the smallest twinge of guilt by how she naturally reacts to faraday and this contact, because...well, as much as she'd loved matthew, there had never been this kind of physical or psychic connection that just drew such immediate and genuine comfort to her. she has no control over it, of course, but it's startling all the same to feel something so significant for a man who most certainly isn't her late husband.
but even with that quiet reluctance, she still enjoys the way all of this feels.
tentatively, she turns her hand under faraday's, giving his fingers a soft squeeze in return. ]
Happy to offer.
[ she lets the touch linger, momentarily loath to pull away (even if they ought to be starting their day; can't just lounge about when there's work to be done). ]
How about breakfast instead? You must be mighty hungry after skippin' dinner last night.
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but even with that quiet reluctance, she still enjoys the way all of this feels.
tentatively, she turns her hand under faraday's, giving his fingers a soft squeeze in return. ]
Happy to offer.
[ she lets the touch linger, momentarily loath to pull away (even if they ought to be starting their day; can't just lounge about when there's work to be done). ]
How about breakfast instead? You must be mighty hungry after skippin' dinner last night.