[ she's not nearly awake enough to realize that he's sitting there with her, but there's something about the quietness of his voice, the gentle grip she still has on his arm, that settles her all the same. this isn't a kind of moment she'd ask him for if she'd been aware of it, because as many allowances as she's made, as much of her as faraday has seen, she wouldn't reach for him like this, if she'd been awake.
but whatever part of her that wants that closeness realizes that he's there, hasn't gone anywhere at all, and she just curls onto her side, fingers still closed in his sleeve. he could easily pull away from her, get up and find something else to amuse himself with, but the way she's settled is near as close as she can get, and that puts her even more at ease.
there's obviously something about having faraday there that comforts her, and if anything, she looks even more peaceful in her bed, her expression smoothed back into restful sleep as she keeps lightly holding onto his shirt.
she wants him there in that moment, whether or not she'd be brave (or foolish?) enough to admit it otherwise. ]
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but whatever part of her that wants that closeness realizes that he's there, hasn't gone anywhere at all, and she just curls onto her side, fingers still closed in his sleeve. he could easily pull away from her, get up and find something else to amuse himself with, but the way she's settled is near as close as she can get, and that puts her even more at ease.
there's obviously something about having faraday there that comforts her, and if anything, she looks even more peaceful in her bed, her expression smoothed back into restful sleep as she keeps lightly holding onto his shirt.
she wants him there in that moment, whether or not she'd be brave (or foolish?) enough to admit it otherwise. ]