[ He doesn’t make a joke of it, perhaps surprisingly; a rare hint of sincerity threads his words, absent in so many of their other conversations until recently. Maybe it’s the dark clouds cresting over the horizon that cuts through his usual bullshit. Maybe it’s the severity of her gaze, every time she turns her eyes on him, or how he sees fire in her eyes. Maybe he’s just feeling grim. Maybe he’s just been in a piss poor mood, since he forced himself to not get too far into the bottles until the day’s work is done. But whatever the case, his demeanor has taken a more serious turn, these past couple of days. A quick glimpse at the man beneath the joker’s mask. ]
Chisolm’s gonna try to talk you out of it. Don’t let ‘im. [ And it’s possibly the first thing he’s said to run contrary to Chisolm’s orders, aside from the occasional question or his usual wry asides. Despite the insurmountable odds they faced, the man had a solid plan, but something clouded his judgment, as far as Emma Cullen was concerned. Misplaced sense of chivalry, perhaps.
Her sense of resolve, that steely determination, is one of the many things he’s grown to appreciate about her. Faraday expects most of the others feel the same, yielding over a begrudging sense of respect for a woman who has no reason for an intensity so fierce.
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[ He doesn’t make a joke of it, perhaps surprisingly; a rare hint of sincerity threads his words, absent in so many of their other conversations until recently. Maybe it’s the dark clouds cresting over the horizon that cuts through his usual bullshit. Maybe it’s the severity of her gaze, every time she turns her eyes on him, or how he sees fire in her eyes. Maybe he’s just feeling grim. Maybe he’s just been in a piss poor mood, since he forced himself to not get too far into the bottles until the day’s work is done. But whatever the case, his demeanor has taken a more serious turn, these past couple of days. A quick glimpse at the man beneath the joker’s mask. ]
Chisolm’s gonna try to talk you out of it. Don’t let ‘im. [ And it’s possibly the first thing he’s said to run contrary to Chisolm’s orders, aside from the occasional question or his usual wry asides. Despite the insurmountable odds they faced, the man had a solid plan, but something clouded his judgment, as far as Emma Cullen was concerned. Misplaced sense of chivalry, perhaps.
Her sense of resolve, that steely determination, is one of the many things he’s grown to appreciate about her. Faraday expects most of the others feel the same, yielding over a begrudging sense of respect for a woman who has no reason for an intensity so fierce.
A pause, and he adds, ]
And you don't gotta keep callin’ me “mister.”