[ emma steps past him to the kitchen, though there's a difference in the way she navigates the space: instead of giving faraday a wide berth like she has the last week or so, she just walks right by him, close enough that she could reach out and touch him, if she chose to.
it's not much, for the moment, but it's not the intensely purposeful avoidance from before. ]
Not a soul other than yourself.
[ not that she especially counted faraday as company these days; he's around so much and so often that she just expects to see him there, like being settled someplace in her house is where he ought to be. of course, that's been different lately, but...she's at least wanted to continue ending the days with faraday's presence somewhere nearby.
she busies herself in the kitchen, pulling down the things she'll need for dinner and setting them onto the counter, though when she tries to lean up and reach for her skillet, she's not quite tall enough to grasp it. (she'd asked faraday to put it up, after all, with those long arms of his.) she could find a small stool to boost herself up, but instead, she glances at faraday over her shoulder. ]
Would you mind givin' me a hand?
[ it would make her life a little easier, save her some trouble, but it's the kind of small request she hasn't gone and made since she'd put her walls back up again.
emma cullen is, and will always be, an incredibly self-reliant woman. however, it's a gesture of trust when she's asked faraday for a touch of help here and there — usually things she could take care of herself, but for her, letting someone else have the opportunity to at least do something minor is a gesture on its own. ]
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it's not much, for the moment, but it's not the intensely purposeful avoidance from before. ]
Not a soul other than yourself.
[ not that she especially counted faraday as company these days; he's around so much and so often that she just expects to see him there, like being settled someplace in her house is where he ought to be. of course, that's been different lately, but...she's at least wanted to continue ending the days with faraday's presence somewhere nearby.
she busies herself in the kitchen, pulling down the things she'll need for dinner and setting them onto the counter, though when she tries to lean up and reach for her skillet, she's not quite tall enough to grasp it. (she'd asked faraday to put it up, after all, with those long arms of his.) she could find a small stool to boost herself up, but instead, she glances at faraday over her shoulder. ]
Would you mind givin' me a hand?
[ it would make her life a little easier, save her some trouble, but it's the kind of small request she hasn't gone and made since she'd put her walls back up again.
emma cullen is, and will always be, an incredibly self-reliant woman. however, it's a gesture of trust when she's asked faraday for a touch of help here and there — usually things she could take care of herself, but for her, letting someone else have the opportunity to at least do something minor is a gesture on its own. ]