[ the extended silence has emma questioning herself, a little frown drawing onto her face as she considers him.
she knows the kind of life he'd led, how he'd rolled himself from one town to the next, never putting down roots, never finding a place, but— he's been here for months. she's seen him (nearly) every single day, and they spend far more time together than they do apart. she sees him when she wakes and just before she goes to bed (though she doesn't like to admit to herself the amount of times he's even put her to bed), and he's become such a fixture, even in this state of existence, that doesn't he near as good live there with her?
he may not have a need to lay his head in the evening as a living soul might, but he remains so often by her side or in her house in some manner or another.
wouldn't that make this his home?
she doesn't look away from him, doesn't falter in her usual fierce expression. ]
Near as I reckon, one could easily say you live here, Faraday. I know a lot could be argued about how you do, but I'd call this place yours without so much as blinkin'.
So, no, I haven't misspoke.
[ she sits up a touch straighter, her jaw setting slightly. ]
If you want this to be your home, then it is.
[ but part of her is bracing herself to hear that it's not. that he's here by nature of circumstance and the fact that he can't find himself any other place — that he's only sticking around because he's tied to rose creek, and her home happens to be convenient given she's the only one who can see him. ]
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she knows the kind of life he'd led, how he'd rolled himself from one town to the next, never putting down roots, never finding a place, but— he's been here for months. she's seen him (nearly) every single day, and they spend far more time together than they do apart. she sees him when she wakes and just before she goes to bed (though she doesn't like to admit to herself the amount of times he's even put her to bed), and he's become such a fixture, even in this state of existence, that doesn't he near as good live there with her?
he may not have a need to lay his head in the evening as a living soul might, but he remains so often by her side or in her house in some manner or another.
wouldn't that make this his home?
she doesn't look away from him, doesn't falter in her usual fierce expression. ]
Near as I reckon, one could easily say you live here, Faraday. I know a lot could be argued about how you do, but I'd call this place yours without so much as blinkin'.
So, no, I haven't misspoke.
[ she sits up a touch straighter, her jaw setting slightly. ]
If you want this to be your home, then it is.
[ but part of her is bracing herself to hear that it's not. that he's here by nature of circumstance and the fact that he can't find himself any other place — that he's only sticking around because he's tied to rose creek, and her home happens to be convenient given she's the only one who can see him. ]