[ the unmistakable change since their argument is near palpable in the way they interact. there's a solidarity that emma didn't necessarily feel before, if only out of the realization that having faraday around was...significant, in ways she can't quite put to words. time apart had been oddly miserable, and having him back again put that week into stark, brilliant contrast. it wasn't simply about having someone or something to fill the space in her home, because she could just as easily spend time with teddy, if she asked him to keep her company, but— it's faraday, and whatever strange friendship has come from her time spent with a dead man.
he's even managed to bring a new side of emma to light: her predisposition to, well, fun. she teases him in different ways now, "testing" his solidity with the occasional poke and prod and well-aimed pillow. she's not the type to burst into uncontrollable laughter over it, though the look on faraday's face whenever he's assailed by a flying object (always soft, because she knows he can legitimately feel it now) is enough to produce a big, impish grin on the woman's face.
it's not an expression many are likely to see, just as this is an aspect of emma that she's hardly one to share with others. like her competitive streak, the way she messes with him now is reserved for him, specifically, and the mischievous delight he gets a glimpse of is not the kind of slip in her otherwise proprietary demeanor that most would ever experience.
as they sit in front of the fire together (an evening pastime emma's come to enjoy, given how frightfully cold it is outside), her eyes are steady on the card, watching him perform the trick with avid attention.
it just so happens to also be the perfect opportunity to fling part of the blanket covering her lap over his head to obscure his face.
that little grin is on her lips all over again, and she just sounds oh-so innocent and easily dismissive. ]
Just checking.
[ always "just checking." (partly for the amusement of his reactions, but a part of it really is to make sure he's still solid and there.) ]
Have to ensure you're not little more than thin air, don't I?
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he's even managed to bring a new side of emma to light: her predisposition to, well, fun. she teases him in different ways now, "testing" his solidity with the occasional poke and prod and well-aimed pillow. she's not the type to burst into uncontrollable laughter over it, though the look on faraday's face whenever he's assailed by a flying object (always soft, because she knows he can legitimately feel it now) is enough to produce a big, impish grin on the woman's face.
it's not an expression many are likely to see, just as this is an aspect of emma that she's hardly one to share with others. like her competitive streak, the way she messes with him now is reserved for him, specifically, and the mischievous delight he gets a glimpse of is not the kind of slip in her otherwise proprietary demeanor that most would ever experience.
as they sit in front of the fire together (an evening pastime emma's come to enjoy, given how frightfully cold it is outside), her eyes are steady on the card, watching him perform the trick with avid attention.
it just so happens to also be the perfect opportunity to fling part of the blanket covering her lap over his head to obscure his face.
that little grin is on her lips all over again, and she just sounds oh-so innocent and easily dismissive. ]
Just checking.
[ always "just checking." (partly for the amusement of his reactions, but a part of it really is to make sure he's still solid and there.) ]
Have to ensure you're not little more than thin air, don't I?