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ᴊᴏsʜ ғᴀʀᴀᴅᴀʏ ([personal profile] peacemakers) wrote in [community profile] cowbabes 2016-11-17 07:43 pm (UTC)

[ He huffs out a laugh (and decides to not point out the fact that he’s full of no air at all, considering what he is). It’s an old, familiar argument, circling round and round Faraday’s over-inflated sense of self-importance and skill, and it eases away a little more of that ache that had settled in his chest as the week had progressed, as Emma had pulled further and further away.

Faraday had worried in more recent days that she would abandon him entirely. Leave him to his own devices to wander in silence through a town that barely remembers him; oh, they remember what he did, riding out to Bogue’s secret weapon and nearly blowing himself up to kingdom come to rid them of it, but they hardly seem to remember him. Not like Emma did.

(He’s not sure what he would’ve done, if she had withdrawn from him entirely, but he fears he would’ve gone mad from loneliness.)

Settling in again, he purses his lips, tries to think of the most tactful way of asking the question burning at the back of his mind. And that’s a wonder, that he’s even attempting tact, considering the type of man he is; the two of them have been on thin ice, the past several days, and Faraday can’t bring himself to risk it with a reckless word. ]


What’s the occasion? [ This, with a jerk of his chin toward the small table. ]

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