[ faraday admittedly has a point: she needs to be alert and ready for her day, and even if emma has gotten used to functioning after less ideal nights' sleep since the worsening of her nightmares, she could still use the rest. she has things to do, after all, and the opportunity to sleep isn't one she ought to pass up.
when he moves to stand, emma straightens slightly on the bed, and the word is out of her mouth before she can stop herself: ]
—stay.
[ it's probably the exhaustion that spurred her to say it, and her cheeks turn a little pink after she realizes she let the word slip. she glances away, partially from embarrassment, partially from a dislike of the small wound to her pride, but she keeps speaking, just to elaborate (or dig herself a deeper hole). ]
At least so you could wake me if I...go right back to dreamin' like that again.
[ having him around puts her at ease, oddly enough, and she thinks that may be enough to lessen the nightmares, to let her get some real rest. ]
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when he moves to stand, emma straightens slightly on the bed, and the word is out of her mouth before she can stop herself: ]
—stay.
[ it's probably the exhaustion that spurred her to say it, and her cheeks turn a little pink after she realizes she let the word slip. she glances away, partially from embarrassment, partially from a dislike of the small wound to her pride, but she keeps speaking, just to elaborate (or dig herself a deeper hole). ]
At least so you could wake me if I...go right back to dreamin' like that again.
[ having him around puts her at ease, oddly enough, and she thinks that may be enough to lessen the nightmares, to let her get some real rest. ]
If it's— not a bother.