[ He keeps telling himself, This should be fine. This should be a comfort, but Faraday is still reeling, still trying to think over the days leading up what had driven them apart. The mess with Teddy Q comes immediately to mind, when some ugly, bitter thing had tinted his vision red, but he had reined that in, hadn’t he? And even then, Emma has seen him far more bloodthirsty than that, when they entered the outskirts of Rose Creek together on that first day, after Sam and Goody had put their heads together to put together their plan. She had seen the way he grinned, the way his hands twitched toward his guns, even before he had dismounted Jack to get into position.
Faraday had wanted to punch that pretty peach fuzz off Teddy Q’s face, certainly, but that was nowhere near the same vehemence as that first day in town.
So what, then? Calling her bad luck, maybe. Poking too hard with his jokes. But he can’t recall crossing any lines, there, or at least any lines he hadn’t toed before. That brief, odd moment after they had spilled over onto the floor, maybe – though Faraday can’t recall any peculiarity there, aside from the odd flare of heat that had ignited behind his sternum—
“Nothing you had done on purpose.”
He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly in place. Maybe she had seen it in his eyes. Maybe he had tipped his hand. Maybe she had seen his confusion, had seen something in his face to signal the pang of loss he felt as she pulled away. Faraday settles the hat back onto his head, gaze flitting away to look at anything but Emma. ]
Makin’ up for it with grog and cards? [ Faraday forces a smile, though his heart isn’t exactly in it. ] You sure you wanna encourage these sinful habits of mine?
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Faraday had wanted to punch that pretty peach fuzz off Teddy Q’s face, certainly, but that was nowhere near the same vehemence as that first day in town.
So what, then? Calling her bad luck, maybe. Poking too hard with his jokes. But he can’t recall crossing any lines, there, or at least any lines he hadn’t toed before. That brief, odd moment after they had spilled over onto the floor, maybe – though Faraday can’t recall any peculiarity there, aside from the odd flare of heat that had ignited behind his sternum—
“Nothing you had done on purpose.”
He clears his throat, shifting awkwardly in place. Maybe she had seen it in his eyes. Maybe he had tipped his hand. Maybe she had seen his confusion, had seen something in his face to signal the pang of loss he felt as she pulled away. Faraday settles the hat back onto his head, gaze flitting away to look at anything but Emma. ]
Makin’ up for it with grog and cards? [ Faraday forces a smile, though his heart isn’t exactly in it. ] You sure you wanna encourage these sinful habits of mine?