[ emma doesn't even stir when he says her name; she's so relaxed and deeply asleep that it doesn't even bother her. if anything, she curls closer, pulling the blanket up with her a little higher, her face turning to press into his arm.
it's been so many months since she's been this close to another person, since she's had this level of contact with someone.
since matthew, really.
part of her just aches for some form of physicality, some kind of affection — though she'll never admit it aloud. apparently, in sleep, is the only opportunity she has to express that need, and with faraday there, putting her at ease, she subconsciously leans into the soothing warmth of...him, and whatever he actually is. ]
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it's been so many months since she's been this close to another person, since she's had this level of contact with someone.
since matthew, really.
part of her just aches for some form of physicality, some kind of affection — though she'll never admit it aloud. apparently, in sleep, is the only opportunity she has to express that need, and with faraday there, putting her at ease, she subconsciously leans into the soothing warmth of...him, and whatever he actually is. ]
Nnh...