[ He watches and listens in silence, face grim. Faraday wasn’t sure what he was expecting to hear – a job gone wrong, certainly, but for something to go that wrong, to be helpless to stop it—
And for a quick second, when he sees that tightness on her face, that strain, that closely contained hurt he wants to reach out, take her hand and provide an anchor to the present.
Just a quick second, though, because after that, he stomps it down, forces his gaze to flick up to the ceiling.
It’s quiet for a long while, Faraday still grappling with what he’s just learned and all things he wants to say or ask. He settles on this: ]
So, when we found Bogue. I— take it you wanna get even. Revenge, or something?
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And for a quick second, when he sees that tightness on her face, that strain, that closely contained hurt he wants to reach out, take her hand and provide an anchor to the present.
Just a quick second, though, because after that, he stomps it down, forces his gaze to flick up to the ceiling.
It’s quiet for a long while, Faraday still grappling with what he’s just learned and all things he wants to say or ask. He settles on this: ]
So, when we found Bogue. I— take it you wanna get even. Revenge, or something?