Vasquez isn't sure that he believes him. For one, it's very likely that he might have been moaning on in Spanish, but Faraday's name is still his name, which doesn't change between languages. "Spanish," is his absentminded retort, carrying a little (but not a lot) of heat in it, because he's still not entirely sure what's happening between his grogginess and his unsureness about whether or not Faraday is telling the truth.
"You're sure that I..." he shuts himself up after a moment, because if Faraday is going to give him an out like this, he should take it. Besides, isn't this just more clear of a point that he needs to keep it to himself? This is not the sort of thing that will be well-taken, is clear, and even though he can feel the disappointment sinking in his chest, he's made his peace with it.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he tries not to let any of that show either, even though he thinks maybe it lingers in the eyes. "Did you wake me up and there's no breakfast?" he complains, trying to shake off the drink and the dreams and the lingering reminder of Faraday's friends in town and how they're going to see them because of a stupid challenge.
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Date: 2017-11-08 10:50 pm (UTC)"You're sure that I..." he shuts himself up after a moment, because if Faraday is going to give him an out like this, he should take it. Besides, isn't this just more clear of a point that he needs to keep it to himself? This is not the sort of thing that will be well-taken, is clear, and even though he can feel the disappointment sinking in his chest, he's made his peace with it.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he tries not to let any of that show either, even though he thinks maybe it lingers in the eyes. "Did you wake me up and there's no breakfast?" he complains, trying to shake off the drink and the dreams and the lingering reminder of Faraday's friends in town and how they're going to see them because of a stupid challenge.