[ He sees the way she silently calls him on his lie, but rather than take offense or feign the role of wounded party, Faraday just smiles. Shameless and proud of it.
True enough, he preferred company when he drank, if only because he enjoyed having an audience when he began to spin his stories and tall tales. Enjoyed sitting in and listening to others’ stories, too. Good way to share a laugh, all things considered. Better to while away the time by hooting until his sides ached than meandering his way to the bottom of a handful of bottles by his lonesome.
But he would still do that, if he had few other options. It was a trek often made on his own. Familiar like an old, worn coat.
When she stands, he spots that telltale sway, and he can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes him. ]
Seems so. I’ll admit, math ain’t always been my strong suit.
[ He pushes away from the table, a sight more sure in his standing and his step than Emma seems to be. He comes around the table. ]
Might as well sit down. [ He punctuates it as he steps to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder; his touch is light, gentle, if only because he’s still unsure as to where he stands in this strange agreement to put this past week behind them. ] As charmin’ as it’d be to watch you stumble your way around the place, I doubt you wanna clean up the ensuin’ mess.
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True enough, he preferred company when he drank, if only because he enjoyed having an audience when he began to spin his stories and tall tales. Enjoyed sitting in and listening to others’ stories, too. Good way to share a laugh, all things considered. Better to while away the time by hooting until his sides ached than meandering his way to the bottom of a handful of bottles by his lonesome.
But he would still do that, if he had few other options. It was a trek often made on his own. Familiar like an old, worn coat.
When she stands, he spots that telltale sway, and he can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes him. ]
Seems so. I’ll admit, math ain’t always been my strong suit.
[ He pushes away from the table, a sight more sure in his standing and his step than Emma seems to be. He comes around the table. ]
Might as well sit down. [ He punctuates it as he steps to her side, putting a hand on her shoulder; his touch is light, gentle, if only because he’s still unsure as to where he stands in this strange agreement to put this past week behind them. ] As charmin’ as it’d be to watch you stumble your way around the place, I doubt you wanna clean up the ensuin’ mess.