[ That quiet little admission at the end feels like a blow to the gut, and he winces a little with it. But it hadn’t been his fault, had it? Not really. Or at least, not in any way that she seems liable to share, considering she has yet to explain what, exactly, had transpired to drive this rift between them.
He supposes the truly painful part is that this friendship of theirs stood on much shakier legs than he had thought, if she could shut him out for reasons he could hardly understand. It makes something tighten in his chest, something barbed and cold, though he hardly understands it, hardly has a name for it.
But Faraday would be lying if he wasn’t a dupe to his own whims, though death had seemed to even out some of the more dangerous inclinations of his. In life, he was just as likely to make friends of foes and vice versa, so he supposes he can’t fault Emma too much for this sudden turn. Childish part of him certainly wants to, though.
At length, he lets out a breath (a habit, an echo of his mannerisms in life), and forces his gaze to flit up to her. Evidently he can’t sustain it, though, and he looks away just as quickly. ]
This likely to happen again? [ Quietly, with a bit of annoyance (of hurt, though less of that) threading through his voice, even as he tries to subdue it. ]
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He supposes the truly painful part is that this friendship of theirs stood on much shakier legs than he had thought, if she could shut him out for reasons he could hardly understand. It makes something tighten in his chest, something barbed and cold, though he hardly understands it, hardly has a name for it.
But Faraday would be lying if he wasn’t a dupe to his own whims, though death had seemed to even out some of the more dangerous inclinations of his. In life, he was just as likely to make friends of foes and vice versa, so he supposes he can’t fault Emma too much for this sudden turn. Childish part of him certainly wants to, though.
At length, he lets out a breath (a habit, an echo of his mannerisms in life), and forces his gaze to flit up to her. Evidently he can’t sustain it, though, and he looks away just as quickly. ]
This likely to happen again? [ Quietly, with a bit of annoyance (of hurt, though less of that) threading through his voice, even as he tries to subdue it. ]