[ it's not until he props himself up again that emma's realizing for herself the closeness all over again, her lips inches from his, and it would be so simple, so easy to close the space between them—
but she can't manage it, can't bring herself to do it, no matter how easy it would be.
she realizes she stopped breathing for a moment, and forces herself to inhale, her eyes casting away from faraday. ]
Let me help.
[ since she's the one who tipped them over in the first place.
she shifts, but in order to sit up, she has to lean forward, just a touch more, and her nose nearly brushes against faraday's, nearly makes contact with the warm skin she's been able to touch now, the solidity that makes her forget that he's not alive, not fully human, but it hasn't mattered to her — not in a long time. ]
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but she can't manage it, can't bring herself to do it, no matter how easy it would be.
she realizes she stopped breathing for a moment, and forces herself to inhale, her eyes casting away from faraday. ]
Let me help.
[ since she's the one who tipped them over in the first place.
she shifts, but in order to sit up, she has to lean forward, just a touch more, and her nose nearly brushes against faraday's, nearly makes contact with the warm skin she's been able to touch now, the solidity that makes her forget that he's not alive, not fully human, but it hasn't mattered to her — not in a long time. ]