[ Emma has a strange way of bringing things out in him. A desire to fix and protect, and a gentleness he did not know he possessed. Shadows, perhaps. Distant echoes of the man he could have been had he not run away from home, terrified of what caring for someone would mean for him.
Because he cares for her. He cares for her so deeply it makes his chest ache.
Her question makes him fall still, and he's quiet for a very long moment. It scared him, the first time he called her that, but it kept spilling out anyway. He could dodge around calling Faraday guero with hardly any effort, but this word- this woman- were so very different. ]
Dear. [ His voice is still soft, now with the barest hint of embarrassment. ] Sweetheart.
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Because he cares for her. He cares for her so deeply it makes his chest ache.
Her question makes him fall still, and he's quiet for a very long moment. It scared him, the first time he called her that, but it kept spilling out anyway. He could dodge around calling Faraday guero with hardly any effort, but this word- this woman- were so very different. ]
Dear. [ His voice is still soft, now with the barest hint of embarrassment. ] Sweetheart.