[ in different circumstances, matthew might have actually found faraday's reaction funny: the way all the air goes out of him, that look on his face, almost like a child caught sneaking desserts when he more than knows better, and that flat little curse.
a slow nod, and his gaze follows faraday's brief glance towards the cemetery, to that little wooden cross he sees emma visit so diligently. he hears her, sometimes, feels when she kneels over his grave, and it leaves him with some flashes of comfort to know he isn't forgotten.
remembered, mourned, but he doesn't feel tied to her prayers and thoughts. he can leave when he likes, but he tends to return just to reassure himself that emma is moving on like she should.
(though is it moving on if she's clinging instead to a different ghost?) ]
I was in life.
[ he looks back at faraday, that smile tugging at his lips. ]
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a slow nod, and his gaze follows faraday's brief glance towards the cemetery, to that little wooden cross he sees emma visit so diligently. he hears her, sometimes, feels when she kneels over his grave, and it leaves him with some flashes of comfort to know he isn't forgotten.
remembered, mourned, but he doesn't feel tied to her prayers and thoughts. he can leave when he likes, but he tends to return just to reassure himself that emma is moving on like she should.
(though is it moving on if she's clinging instead to a different ghost?) ]
I was in life.
[ he looks back at faraday, that smile tugging at his lips. ]
And you'd be Faraday, I presume.