[ Faraday finds himself grinning meanly at that split-second refusal, blurted out even before Teddy can utter more than a handful of words. He can feel it on his face, the sharp edge of his sneer, the heat in his own eyes. He’s terribly satisfied that Emma’s given the boy mitten so thoroughly, doesn’t even feel badly for him. In life, he never had much of an opinion on Teddy. Didn’t know or care about him well enough to form one, aside from thinking him a little green. Now, though, having seen the way he mooned after Emma, Faraday finds there’s at least a little to dislike about the boy.
So Faraday feels no pity. No sympathy. Teddy put himself out on his own hook, after all. Emma hadn’t so much as hinted at being interested – had even told Faraday she didn’t find the matching suitable.
Serves him right, Faraday thinks, for not leaving well enough alone.
(That dark twist again, still bitter and a little painful, but smoother this time. The wrong kind of soothing. This is certainly entertaining for Faraday, but not in the way either he or Emma probably expected.)
When she turns to him, Faraday struggles to soften his expression, offers a tiny shrug, flicks his hand encouragingly toward her as if to say, Go on. His gaze moves to Teddy again, watching as he leans to take a look into Emma’s home. Teddy is taller and manages to peek over her easily enough, though his gaze drifts right over where Faraday stands.
Faraday briefly considers making a rude gesture – one of the perks of being invisible and all. Decides better of it, in case Emma catches him in the act. Considers cracking some joke, too, but he had made a half-promise to behave himself. Any comment would distract her from putting Teddy in his place, anyway, though he has about a thousand choice things chambered and ready to spit. ]
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So Faraday feels no pity. No sympathy. Teddy put himself out on his own hook, after all. Emma hadn’t so much as hinted at being interested – had even told Faraday she didn’t find the matching suitable.
Serves him right, Faraday thinks, for not leaving well enough alone.
(That dark twist again, still bitter and a little painful, but smoother this time. The wrong kind of soothing. This is certainly entertaining for Faraday, but not in the way either he or Emma probably expected.)
When she turns to him, Faraday struggles to soften his expression, offers a tiny shrug, flicks his hand encouragingly toward her as if to say, Go on. His gaze moves to Teddy again, watching as he leans to take a look into Emma’s home. Teddy is taller and manages to peek over her easily enough, though his gaze drifts right over where Faraday stands.
Faraday briefly considers making a rude gesture – one of the perks of being invisible and all. Decides better of it, in case Emma catches him in the act. Considers cracking some joke, too, but he had made a half-promise to behave himself. Any comment would distract her from putting Teddy in his place, anyway, though he has about a thousand choice things chambered and ready to spit. ]