[ His eyes flick down to her hands, to the white-knuckled grip she has on that cord, to the tenseness of her posture as she answers. He winces a little, hissing in a soft, near inaudible breath. ]
Your husband was an agent, too?
[ That’s… not unheard of, considering how closely two agents worked together, how that level of trust usually amounted to something romantic, but certainly dangerous. Usually warranted reassignment, depending on how they worked together, once those sorts of things came to light.
Knowing what he knows about Emma, it must have worked. She could set aside her personal feelings – even those concerning Faraday – and get their assignments done, current events aside. He imagines it must have been the same with her husband.
The immediate question that forms isn’t simple, though he tries to wrangle it into an easier, bite-sized piece. It takes a few seconds, but at last he just— comes out with it. ]
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Your husband was an agent, too?
[ That’s… not unheard of, considering how closely two agents worked together, how that level of trust usually amounted to something romantic, but certainly dangerous. Usually warranted reassignment, depending on how they worked together, once those sorts of things came to light.
Knowing what he knows about Emma, it must have worked. She could set aside her personal feelings – even those concerning Faraday – and get their assignments done, current events aside. He imagines it must have been the same with her husband.
The immediate question that forms isn’t simple, though he tries to wrangle it into an easier, bite-sized piece. It takes a few seconds, but at last he just— comes out with it. ]
What happened?