[ emma had been near bracing herself for him to brush her off, to find some way to turn her down, but— he doesn't. she looks back at him with a flicker of shock crossing her face, like she can't quite believe that he's agreed to keeping watch while she sleeps (because she knows he's not going to be doing any sleeping himself, so it's not like it's much for entertainment, sticking there beside her). however, the shock gives way to that warmth in her eyes, even if she still looks mildly distraut over asking in the first place. ]
...thank you.
[ her tone is genuine, but with the reassurance that he'll be staying put, she pulls up the blankets and crawls back into bed properly.
she still sleeps on the same side she always did when matthew was alive, like she hasn't even thought to spread out in the bed or roll to the other half; instead, she's curled comfortably on one distinct part, and she just shifts onto her side, looking up at faraday from her pillow. ]
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...thank you.
[ her tone is genuine, but with the reassurance that he'll be staying put, she pulls up the blankets and crawls back into bed properly.
she still sleeps on the same side she always did when matthew was alive, like she hasn't even thought to spread out in the bed or roll to the other half; instead, she's curled comfortably on one distinct part, and she just shifts onto her side, looking up at faraday from her pillow. ]
Goodnight, Joshua.