[ Faraday's own smile slips back in place easily enough; he's used to that, putting on that particular mask. It's probably one of the things that drives Emma so insane about him – that on the surface, he seems to take things in stride, without a care.
And he does, for the most part. He takes things on the chin, moves on with his life, because he knows sitting with his regret, with his shame, would send him on a downward spiral that only a bottle of vodka would remedy. Not that anyone really knows this, save, possibly, for the therapist they're required to see every once and again for their psych evals.
So he smiles, sticks close to Emma's side – too afraid to touch, because whatever just happened was awkward as all hell. Which is why he's surprised when Emma willingly slips her arm through his, and he unconsciously leans down as she draws up.
(He feels the hot brush of her breath against his ear, and the memory of those quiet little whimpers hit him with all the force of a Mack truck and—)
Bogue and Rivera. He tries not to startle at her observation, and for the most part, he's successful, save for the slightest tensing that she can likely feel in his arm. Faraday nods, glancing around as casually as he can manage, and verifies for himself that the two men are indeed missing. He swallows, licks his lips, and forces his grin to widen. ]
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And he does, for the most part. He takes things on the chin, moves on with his life, because he knows sitting with his regret, with his shame, would send him on a downward spiral that only a bottle of vodka would remedy. Not that anyone really knows this, save, possibly, for the therapist they're required to see every once and again for their psych evals.
So he smiles, sticks close to Emma's side – too afraid to touch, because whatever just happened was awkward as all hell. Which is why he's surprised when Emma willingly slips her arm through his, and he unconsciously leans down as she draws up.
(He feels the hot brush of her breath against his ear, and the memory of those quiet little whimpers hit him with all the force of a Mack truck and—)
Bogue and Rivera. He tries not to startle at her observation, and for the most part, he's successful, save for the slightest tensing that she can likely feel in his arm. Faraday nods, glancing around as casually as he can manage, and verifies for himself that the two men are indeed missing. He swallows, licks his lips, and forces his grin to widen. ]
Back to upstairs, then?