Vasquez is relieved to hear about a story so far in the past that it bears no potential on Faraday deciding that he wants to seek that out himself and leave him. For Vasquez, being lovesick with unrequited feelings means nothing changes and he stays. For Faraday to fall in love with someone else means that he goes back to being on his own.
It's a miserable, painful possibility, and one that he's not looking forward to. "You weren't so charming then?" Vasquez can't help but tease with a huff, finishing the last of the food on his plate. "Your life would've been so different, I think, if she'd taken you in. Maybe you would be a doting husband, a father, with no adventure in his life at all."
Despite the private conversation, Josiah doesn't seem to read any tension between them, drifting over to clean the plate. Despite Vasquez's rejection earlier, he seems to be weathering it well enough, even if he's treating Vasquez a little like Faraday doesn't exist. "Taste good, doesn't it, handsome? Or should I say guapo?" he adds, teasing and pitched in a lower tone, trying to seem exotic and flirtatious by using the Spanish, a language he clearly knows given the way his mouth forms around the word.
As Vasquez freezes up, he doesn't think that it had been quiet enough, because there's no way Faraday didn't catch that. It's just one of the nicknames, but he has a terrible feeling that it's enough of a glance to get the gist.
"Very good food," he replies, brusque. "Do you want help with the dishes? I'll help," he decides, getting up and reaching out to take Faraday's plate, regardless of what's left on it, piling the dishes in his arms and leaving a befuddled Josiah standing there in his wake while Vasquez carts the dishes to the kitchen he'd seen before to escape what he's dreading comes next.
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It's a miserable, painful possibility, and one that he's not looking forward to. "You weren't so charming then?" Vasquez can't help but tease with a huff, finishing the last of the food on his plate. "Your life would've been so different, I think, if she'd taken you in. Maybe you would be a doting husband, a father, with no adventure in his life at all."
Despite the private conversation, Josiah doesn't seem to read any tension between them, drifting over to clean the plate. Despite Vasquez's rejection earlier, he seems to be weathering it well enough, even if he's treating Vasquez a little like Faraday doesn't exist. "Taste good, doesn't it, handsome? Or should I say guapo?" he adds, teasing and pitched in a lower tone, trying to seem exotic and flirtatious by using the Spanish, a language he clearly knows given the way his mouth forms around the word.
As Vasquez freezes up, he doesn't think that it had been quiet enough, because there's no way Faraday didn't catch that. It's just one of the nicknames, but he has a terrible feeling that it's enough of a glance to get the gist.
"Very good food," he replies, brusque. "Do you want help with the dishes? I'll help," he decides, getting up and reaching out to take Faraday's plate, regardless of what's left on it, piling the dishes in his arms and leaving a befuddled Josiah standing there in his wake while Vasquez carts the dishes to the kitchen he'd seen before to escape what he's dreading comes next.