[ He's not sure what it is – her open shock or his own, or the stunned way she pulls back, like he's suddenly grown a second head, but it's enough to make him smile a little – a strange mix of discomfort and amusement warring in the expression. ]
I should thank you for not just smacking me again, I suppose.
[ And despite the dryness in his voice, he is genuinely grateful she hasn't slapped him. He'd rather not repeat that any time soon, mild as the pain was.
Her question, earns a bit of a frown – thoughtful, more than upset, and he answers slowly, ]
I think it has.
[ He could describe how his sense of touch has returned, how he can feel textures and heat and cold, but clever though he his, he's never quite been one for words. A man of action, he likes to consider himself, so rather than describe what little he's explored over the course of the week, he finds an easier way to do it.
He takes the top card from the deck – a two of hearts – and reveals it to her. ]
Watch.
[ —as if she would do anything but. He places the card face down into the deck, giving it a quick, easy overhand shuffle. With the deck in one hand and between his fingers, he splits the deck with his thumb, twisting the top half of the cards away, pushing out a card from the middle. He flicks it out and away, the card spinning through the air, before he catches it with his right hand.
He holds the two of hearts between two fingers and grins. ]
[ emma's uncertainty seems to melt away as she watches him with the cards, a smile starting to lift the corner of her lips as he twists and spins and flicks the cards until the two of hearts is back between his fingers. that's the level of skill she'd come to expect from faraday, and seeing him capable of it again is heartening on its own. ]
Far closer to your usual standards, I should say.
[ she turns from him long enough to toss one of the newly-chopped pieces of wood onto the fire, before looking back at him, her hands on her hips. ]
Suppose that means you could teach me much more than before, Mister Faraday.
[ any time she uses "mister" these days, it's a way to tease him, affectionate in its own way, and not out of propriety or a sense of obligation. it's the same now, completely lacking in the cold edge she'd had the last time she'd attached it to his surname during their argument.
admittedly, she doesn't expect to get anywhere near the same level of quick skill and practiced talent that faraday has accomplished, because she's admittedly still practicing the first trick he'd shown her. she's greatly improved with it, found a better rythm and managed to make it look more convincing and natural, but it's still new to her, a different kind of movement with her hands and fingers that she's just never had the need to utilize. ]
[ Her praise, slight as it is, makes him smile as he shuffles the two back into the deck. The use of the title still rankles a little, though it's nowhere near as bad as the early days, when it was used in well-meaning earnest, nor is it as bad as the other day, when she had used it like a knife, with a kind of precision that would've made even the late Billy Rocks proud.
Faraday lets it slide, save for the slightest pursing of his lips and narrowing of his eyes. He knows now she means it as a sort of pet name, something to get a slight rise out of him, which is a little amusing, he supposes. ]
Seems to be the case.
[ A mild little agreement. He falls quiet for a second, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, then, ]
... So. You'n'me.
[ He keeps his gaze fixed on the cards in his hands as he mixes them together, keeps his voice quiet, as if he's afraid to break the peace that's fallen between them. ]
[ emma, of course, doesn't miss the little shift in his expression with the addition of "mister" to his name, but, well, that's part of the fun, if she's honest. he reacts, but not in such a way that she'd find it harmful or problematic; just enough that she knows it rankles him a touch, and that makes her smile.
the question, though, that gives her pause. not because she has to consider whether or not they're reconciled, but mostly that he'd asked it in the first place. ]
...I'd say we are.
[ her smile is a little softer as she watches him shuffle the cards, not expecting eye contact or more than this acknowledgment. ]
So long as you can do me the kindness of not up and disappearin' for so long. I'd appreciate that.
[ she'd found his absence unpleasant, even at just a week, and it had been so...uncomfortably quiet without him in the house — or at least without him making himself known. he'd obviously been hanging around, just without letting her catch a glimpse of him.
she gives a pointed little nod, then turns from faraday to wander towards the kitchen and start herself some dinner. ]
[ His eyebrows rise a little at her request, caught off-guard. But— she had admitted it earlier, hadn't she? That she had missed him, that she had actually been afraid he wouldn't return, and—
And he's not sure how to feel on that, still. Not sure why that little tendril of warmth unfurls in his chest again when she says it &ndash familiar, in that he seems to only feel it with her. Unfamiliar, in that it's not exactly a sensation he's had before his passing.
When he looks up, Emma is already stepping away, and he breathes out a quiet little laugh. She wants the last word on this discussion, it seems, and— well, normally Faraday would have something to say, just to be an ass. But considering the last time he was an ass, it had nearly ruined everything...
Well, better to let that conversation slip away. He just smiles a little to himself, dropping the deck off on a table. ]
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I should thank you for not just smacking me again, I suppose.
[ And despite the dryness in his voice, he is genuinely grateful she hasn't slapped him. He'd rather not repeat that any time soon, mild as the pain was.
Her question, earns a bit of a frown – thoughtful, more than upset, and he answers slowly, ]
I think it has.
[ He could describe how his sense of touch has returned, how he can feel textures and heat and cold, but clever though he his, he's never quite been one for words. A man of action, he likes to consider himself, so rather than describe what little he's explored over the course of the week, he finds an easier way to do it.
He takes the top card from the deck – a two of hearts – and reveals it to her. ]
Watch.
[ —as if she would do anything but. He places the card face down into the deck, giving it a quick, easy overhand shuffle. With the deck in one hand and between his fingers, he splits the deck with his thumb, twisting the top half of the cards away, pushing out a card from the middle. He flicks it out and away, the card spinning through the air, before he catches it with his right hand.
He holds the two of hearts between two fingers and grins. ]
Couldn't manage that one before.
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Far closer to your usual standards, I should say.
[ she turns from him long enough to toss one of the newly-chopped pieces of wood onto the fire, before looking back at him, her hands on her hips. ]
Suppose that means you could teach me much more than before, Mister Faraday.
[ any time she uses "mister" these days, it's a way to tease him, affectionate in its own way, and not out of propriety or a sense of obligation. it's the same now, completely lacking in the cold edge she'd had the last time she'd attached it to his surname during their argument.
admittedly, she doesn't expect to get anywhere near the same level of quick skill and practiced talent that faraday has accomplished, because she's admittedly still practicing the first trick he'd shown her. she's greatly improved with it, found a better rythm and managed to make it look more convincing and natural, but it's still new to her, a different kind of movement with her hands and fingers that she's just never had the need to utilize. ]
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Faraday lets it slide, save for the slightest pursing of his lips and narrowing of his eyes. He knows now she means it as a sort of pet name, something to get a slight rise out of him, which is a little amusing, he supposes. ]
Seems to be the case.
[ A mild little agreement. He falls quiet for a second, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, then, ]
... So. You'n'me.
[ He keeps his gaze fixed on the cards in his hands as he mixes them together, keeps his voice quiet, as if he's afraid to break the peace that's fallen between them. ]
We're— alright, then?
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the question, though, that gives her pause. not because she has to consider whether or not they're reconciled, but mostly that he'd asked it in the first place. ]
...I'd say we are.
[ her smile is a little softer as she watches him shuffle the cards, not expecting eye contact or more than this acknowledgment. ]
So long as you can do me the kindness of not up and disappearin' for so long. I'd appreciate that.
[ she'd found his absence unpleasant, even at just a week, and it had been so...uncomfortably quiet without him in the house — or at least without him making himself known. he'd obviously been hanging around, just without letting her catch a glimpse of him.
she gives a pointed little nod, then turns from faraday to wander towards the kitchen and start herself some dinner. ]
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And he's not sure how to feel on that, still. Not sure why that little tendril of warmth unfurls in his chest again when she says it &ndash familiar, in that he seems to only feel it with her. Unfamiliar, in that it's not exactly a sensation he's had before his passing.
When he looks up, Emma is already stepping away, and he breathes out a quiet little laugh. She wants the last word on this discussion, it seems, and— well, normally Faraday would have something to say, just to be an ass. But considering the last time he was an ass, it had nearly ruined everything...
Well, better to let that conversation slip away. He just smiles a little to himself, dropping the deck off on a table. ]
You need a hand?