[ Faraday waits to one side, watching as May works while something bitter and cold writhes in his chest. His hands shake in an entirely unfamiliar way, heart slamming on the inside of his ribs, and he merely stares.
When Alec sits up and May all but collapses, Faraday huffs out a breath. He watches as Anne leaves with May in tow, offers a brief nod of thanks, but after that, he stares at the doorway to keep from having to look over at Alec.
He's angry – that much he has a name for, and the sensation is familiar enough that he latches onto it. Alec addresses him, and Faraday merely huffs out a bitter laugh. ]
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When Alec sits up and May all but collapses, Faraday huffs out a breath. He watches as Anne leaves with May in tow, offers a brief nod of thanks, but after that, he stares at the doorway to keep from having to look over at Alec.
He's angry – that much he has a name for, and the sensation is familiar enough that he latches onto it. Alec addresses him, and Faraday merely huffs out a bitter laugh. ]
Depends. That an invitation?