[ This time, the corners of his mouth turn downward in an exaggerated frown when she points out his expression – obviously more for show than any earnest displeasure. Over the course of her "checking," Faraday finds he likes the way she smiles at him, how genuine her amusement seems to be. It's... sweet, he thinks. He likes seeing it, even if it's at his own expense.
Her yawn, though, earns a more sincere frown, and he straightens a little. A quick glance at the window tells him night has well and truly set in, and while he's unsure of the exact time, he gets the feeling it must be late. Sleep wasn't something he needed anymore, which meant his internal clock, such as it was, tended to be skewed. Evidently his bad habit – or lack thereof – was rubbing off on Emma. ]
Gettin' awful late.
[ An observation, because telling her to get to bed would likely be answered with stonewalling. Or possibly a pillow directly to the face. It was hard to tell, these days. ]
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Her yawn, though, earns a more sincere frown, and he straightens a little. A quick glance at the window tells him night has well and truly set in, and while he's unsure of the exact time, he gets the feeling it must be late. Sleep wasn't something he needed anymore, which meant his internal clock, such as it was, tended to be skewed. Evidently his bad habit – or lack thereof – was rubbing off on Emma. ]
Gettin' awful late.
[ An observation, because telling her to get to bed would likely be answered with stonewalling. Or possibly a pillow directly to the face. It was hard to tell, these days. ]