Digging out his box of matches, he fiddles with them to keep his hands busy, thinking that no one would ever suspect this wary and almost nervous man to be a wanted outlaw, so maybe this conversation works in his favour. "Maybe sometime before, yes, I would have been interested," he hears himself shape the words before he takes the time to think about how Faraday will react to them, but they're out now.
He might as well finish speaking. "Things are different now," he says, glancing up at Faraday when he finds some strength. Though, he's not so sure why things are so different. He'd asked for the oil, thinking to have it for something just like this, but the minute a proposition lands at his feet and all he'd thought was, I'd rather spend the night playing cards with Faraday. Even if nothing ever happened, he'd rather be here.
Fighting and hissing at each other and taunting and teasing, this is where he wants to be. Shrugging his shoulder, he lets it fall, wondering why he's so wary when this would have come to light eventually.
Well, not all of it, but this part, where his preferences sometimes lie, that part, he thinks was inevitable. His feelings for Faraday? Not so likely to come out so easy. "Sometimes I'm interested in pretty Henriettas, with their soft curves and pretty eyes and smiles, who can make you feel good. Sometimes, it's a Josiah, who can pin you down and make you feel alive and strong and also good. Different good." His stomach roiling a little, he sets his plate in front of him to switch to a cigarette, as if he can somehow smoke his nerves away.
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Date: 2017-12-11 09:27 pm (UTC)He might as well finish speaking. "Things are different now," he says, glancing up at Faraday when he finds some strength. Though, he's not so sure why things are so different. He'd asked for the oil, thinking to have it for something just like this, but the minute a proposition lands at his feet and all he'd thought was, I'd rather spend the night playing cards with Faraday. Even if nothing ever happened, he'd rather be here.
Fighting and hissing at each other and taunting and teasing, this is where he wants to be. Shrugging his shoulder, he lets it fall, wondering why he's so wary when this would have come to light eventually.
Well, not all of it, but this part, where his preferences sometimes lie, that part, he thinks was inevitable. His feelings for Faraday? Not so likely to come out so easy. "Sometimes I'm interested in pretty Henriettas, with their soft curves and pretty eyes and smiles, who can make you feel good. Sometimes, it's a Josiah, who can pin you down and make you feel alive and strong and also good. Different good." His stomach roiling a little, he sets his plate in front of him to switch to a cigarette, as if he can somehow smoke his nerves away.