[ Faraday notices the way she goes back to avoiding his touch, and for a wild second, he worries he's ruined this. A more reasonable voice tells him it's too soon to know, though it might be best for both of them to put up those physical barriers again. Faraday, in particular, is walking a terribly thin line, and these little thoughtless moments did little to help.
He forces a soft laugh, plucking the proffered card from her fingers. ]
The unlucky one. How could I forget?
[ Instead of returning it to the deck, he slips it into the breast pocket of his vest, gives it a fond little pat. ]
no subject
He forces a soft laugh, plucking the proffered card from her fingers. ]
The unlucky one. How could I forget?
[ Instead of returning it to the deck, he slips it into the breast pocket of his vest, gives it a fond little pat. ]
Few days there ought to undo the damage.