Faraday’s expression sours at that little jab, a subtle reminder that he had spent far too much time in the town yesterday. Faraday isn’t in the habit of apologizing, which means that when his transgressions are brought to light, he’s more likely to act childishly than own up to them.
“You’re still sore about that?” which is not a helpful question in the slightest, but here’s Faraday asking it, nonetheless.
As for the other question, now that Faraday trusts his leg to hold his weight, he moves around their little camp, gathering up his belongings, similarly readying Jack for the day. The stallion huffs through it, bearing the attentions with a sort of practiced, barely restrained impatience that Faraday either doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind.
“Saw what I needed to,” he replies easily. “Small town like that, you only need an hour or so to get a feel for those folks. A same-ish sorta place, all over the coast.”
And being as well-traveled as Faraday is, he’s fallen into the bad habit of assuming one place is the same as all the rest. He pauses, as he’s adjusting the saddle on Jack’s back. He adds, “Wouldn’t mind sleepin’ on a real bed for a change, but...”
He trails off, then shrugs his shoulders. Riding out of Rose Creek with Vasquez meant having to make a few sacrifices – and apparently enjoying such simple pleasures as a roof over his head during the night was among them. (It’s worth it, he thinks, if only so he doesn’t have to be alone.
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Date: 2017-12-07 12:26 am (UTC)“You’re still sore about that?” which is not a helpful question in the slightest, but here’s Faraday asking it, nonetheless.
As for the other question, now that Faraday trusts his leg to hold his weight, he moves around their little camp, gathering up his belongings, similarly readying Jack for the day. The stallion huffs through it, bearing the attentions with a sort of practiced, barely restrained impatience that Faraday either doesn’t notice or doesn’t mind.
“Saw what I needed to,” he replies easily. “Small town like that, you only need an hour or so to get a feel for those folks. A same-ish sorta place, all over the coast.”
And being as well-traveled as Faraday is, he’s fallen into the bad habit of assuming one place is the same as all the rest. He pauses, as he’s adjusting the saddle on Jack’s back. He adds, “Wouldn’t mind sleepin’ on a real bed for a change, but...”
He trails off, then shrugs his shoulders. Riding out of Rose Creek with Vasquez meant having to make a few sacrifices – and apparently enjoying such simple pleasures as a roof over his head during the night was among them. (It’s worth it, he thinks, if only so he doesn’t have to be alone.
But Lord help him if he ever admits that aloud.)