[ It’s as he’s producing the card on the third demonstration that he feels the way she settles against him, and for a moment he lets out a quiet sigh, assuming this is another one of her experiments. ]
Really? Again? [ he turns his face toward her, wearing that flat, exasperated look again. ] You “just checked” not five seconds—
[ —ago.
He tenses when he notices that her eyes are shut, that her breath has evened out, that she’s relaxed against him, in a way that can only signal sleep. A rush of warmth flows through his chest at that – and he’s not sure what that is, except it makes something tighten in his stomach, would’ve stolen his breath if he had air in his lungs.
Faraday frowns at himself, tries to squash that strange sensation down for the umpteenth time – or at the very least, tries to tamp it out enough that he can ignore it.
She’s well and truly asleep, he knows, but he still sets the cards to one side and ventures softly, ] Emma? You awake?
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Really? Again? [ he turns his face toward her, wearing that flat, exasperated look again. ] You “just checked” not five seconds—
[ —ago.
He tenses when he notices that her eyes are shut, that her breath has evened out, that she’s relaxed against him, in a way that can only signal sleep. A rush of warmth flows through his chest at that – and he’s not sure what that is, except it makes something tighten in his stomach, would’ve stolen his breath if he had air in his lungs.
Faraday frowns at himself, tries to squash that strange sensation down for the umpteenth time – or at the very least, tries to tamp it out enough that he can ignore it.
She’s well and truly asleep, he knows, but he still sets the cards to one side and ventures softly, ] Emma? You awake?