[ Faraday watches the rest of the conversation unfold, a black humor twisting at his smile the entire time. Mean of him, he knows, to enjoy watching Teddy twist in the wind, but he’s always been a mean son of a bitch, hasn’t he? If death couldn’t stop that, then Faraday reckons nothing will.
He watches him fidget, watches his shoulders sink lower and lower toward the ground, bites back a laugh at how terribly distraught he looks—
Though the chuckle catches in his throat when Teddy asks after another man. He finds his gaze flicking to Emma as she responds in the negative – because of course she would; of course she must. What a ridiculous question. Given all the men in Rose Creek, who the hell else was there, really? Who could there be? And who could possibly compete with the memory of her late husband? A man she incited a war for?
… the thought stings.
Faraday’s turn to fidget, then, weight rocking from one leg to the other, fingers twitching restlessly against his arms – though he hardly knows he’s doing it. In any case, it goes unnoticed as Emma’s chat with Teddy continues on.
And then the boy goes and says that, and Faraday can feel the way the air flies out of the room.
Even Teddy seems to know it’s a mistake, even without the look on Emma’s face. Faraday can see the apologies forming in his mouth, the words stumbling and tripping to get out over one another and tying up his tongue. And Faraday still feels no sympathy – feels that fire in his chest flare, and he shoves away from the wall, taking a step forward.
Teddy stammers, tries to explain himself and offer his excuses, but Faraday speaks over him. ]
Say the word, and I’ll see him out.
[ Low, despite the fact Teddy still can’t hear him. Dangerous, for reasons Faraday doesn’t rightly know, himself. ]
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He watches him fidget, watches his shoulders sink lower and lower toward the ground, bites back a laugh at how terribly distraught he looks—
Though the chuckle catches in his throat when Teddy asks after another man. He finds his gaze flicking to Emma as she responds in the negative – because of course she would; of course she must. What a ridiculous question. Given all the men in Rose Creek, who the hell else was there, really? Who could there be? And who could possibly compete with the memory of her late husband? A man she incited a war for?
… the thought stings.
Faraday’s turn to fidget, then, weight rocking from one leg to the other, fingers twitching restlessly against his arms – though he hardly knows he’s doing it. In any case, it goes unnoticed as Emma’s chat with Teddy continues on.
And then the boy goes and says that, and Faraday can feel the way the air flies out of the room.
Even Teddy seems to know it’s a mistake, even without the look on Emma’s face. Faraday can see the apologies forming in his mouth, the words stumbling and tripping to get out over one another and tying up his tongue. And Faraday still feels no sympathy – feels that fire in his chest flare, and he shoves away from the wall, taking a step forward.
Teddy stammers, tries to explain himself and offer his excuses, but Faraday speaks over him. ]
Say the word, and I’ll see him out.
[ Low, despite the fact Teddy still can’t hear him. Dangerous, for reasons Faraday doesn’t rightly know, himself. ]