[ Faraday watches her carefully, trying to stare without staring (and it's a balance he has some practice in maintaining). When she offers her objection, Faraday shrugs and says quietly, ]
No arguments from me.
[ Although he has many arguments, little comments on how she hasn't quite settled back into the town. It reminds him a little of a bit of oil sitting atop water. Occupying the same space, but not exactly mingling, all things considered.
He worries, but he's not sure why. It's none of his business, that's for damn sure, and it's certainly not anything Emma would admit to or accept help with, proud and stubborn as she is. Not even really anything he could help with, if he's honest about all of it.
So why does he care?
(Probably because they're friends. He didn't have very many of those in life – lots of acquaintances, sure. Lots of folks who knew him and remembered his name, if they ever had occasion to cross paths a second time, but not anyone who would be liable to miss him. To care about him.
Ridiculous, really, how in his last days of life, he finally felt as if he had forged some lasting bonds. Even more ridiculous, that he and Emma could only stop butting heads after he had died.
Life really was unfair, wasn't it?)
He sees how she pulls her shawl around her, and he frowns. The doctor isn't too far away, and he speeds up his steps, as if to hurry her along. ]
We'll discuss how you can shatter Teddy's heart into millions of pieces later. C'mon.
no subject
No arguments from me.
[ Although he has many arguments, little comments on how she hasn't quite settled back into the town. It reminds him a little of a bit of oil sitting atop water. Occupying the same space, but not exactly mingling, all things considered.
He worries, but he's not sure why. It's none of his business, that's for damn sure, and it's certainly not anything Emma would admit to or accept help with, proud and stubborn as she is. Not even really anything he could help with, if he's honest about all of it.
So why does he care?
(Probably because they're friends. He didn't have very many of those in life – lots of acquaintances, sure. Lots of folks who knew him and remembered his name, if they ever had occasion to cross paths a second time, but not anyone who would be liable to miss him. To care about him.
Ridiculous, really, how in his last days of life, he finally felt as if he had forged some lasting bonds. Even more ridiculous, that he and Emma could only stop butting heads after he had died.
Life really was unfair, wasn't it?)
He sees how she pulls her shawl around her, and he frowns. The doctor isn't too far away, and he speeds up his steps, as if to hurry her along. ]
We'll discuss how you can shatter Teddy's heart into millions of pieces later. C'mon.