[ When she scrambles away, Faraday rocks back, both hands up to look as unthreatening as possible. With the way she panics, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she had tried to throw something or tried to land a blow – neither of which would have had an effect, but it would’ve been startling for them both, all the same.
He ought to try to soothe her, try to be reassuring or flash her a smile, but— that was bad, what he just witnessed. Reminded him of his own nightmares. And all he can manage is a quiet frown, a worried sort of look. When she remembers where she is and seems to calm a little, he drops his hands to his lap. Faraday waits for the sleep to leave her, for her to gather her wits enough to speak. Once she does – and there’s his name again; one of these days, he’ll stop pausing in confusion at it – he tries to smile a little. ]
You were makin’ enough noise fit to rouse the dead.
[ Yes, he’s making a ghost joke, as he occasionally does. It’s in poor taste, every time.
But the smile fades, and he watches her with undisguised concern. ]
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He ought to try to soothe her, try to be reassuring or flash her a smile, but— that was bad, what he just witnessed. Reminded him of his own nightmares. And all he can manage is a quiet frown, a worried sort of look. When she remembers where she is and seems to calm a little, he drops his hands to his lap. Faraday waits for the sleep to leave her, for her to gather her wits enough to speak. Once she does – and there’s his name again; one of these days, he’ll stop pausing in confusion at it – he tries to smile a little. ]
You were makin’ enough noise fit to rouse the dead.
[ Yes, he’s making a ghost joke, as he occasionally does. It’s in poor taste, every time.
But the smile fades, and he watches her with undisguised concern. ]
You alright?