Vasquez digs through his pockets to unearth a cigarette, thinking that he needs something to do to fidget with his hands and his mouth so that he has something that will prevent him from saying anything else stupid. He wishes he were a better liar, but he thinks Faraday knows him too well to let him get away with any of this.
Don't lie. He's not supposed to lie, but if he tells the truth, this is going to start going so much worse and it's already terrible. He takes solace in the cigarette, closing his eyes as he lets himself spend a few minutes enjoying it, before he has to leave.
"You don't have to say anything, just don't shoot me," is his flat response. "You give me an hour, go drink at your tables, and I'll go. I've known this day would come, eventually," he admits, because if he's going to tell the truth, he might as well embrace it completely. One day, Faraday would find out what the words mean, he'd figure out Vasquez, and that would be the end of whatever this is.
It's today, that day, and Vasquez tries not to get so disappointed with himself for being upset. He'd known that this would happen, he'd planned. It's why he's got everything he needs to set out again, back to that lonely, awful life.
"If you are going to shoot me and get the reward, do it now," he says tiredly. "And don't spend all the money on cards and whiskey, I might just haunt you if you did," he says, the dark humour tiding him through the end of this, whatever's left between them. He thinks he knows that Faraday won't shoot him, but you never know what a man is capable of after he finds out that you want him in such ways.
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Date: 2018-01-03 11:01 pm (UTC)Don't lie. He's not supposed to lie, but if he tells the truth, this is going to start going so much worse and it's already terrible. He takes solace in the cigarette, closing his eyes as he lets himself spend a few minutes enjoying it, before he has to leave.
"You don't have to say anything, just don't shoot me," is his flat response. "You give me an hour, go drink at your tables, and I'll go. I've known this day would come, eventually," he admits, because if he's going to tell the truth, he might as well embrace it completely. One day, Faraday would find out what the words mean, he'd figure out Vasquez, and that would be the end of whatever this is.
It's today, that day, and Vasquez tries not to get so disappointed with himself for being upset. He'd known that this would happen, he'd planned. It's why he's got everything he needs to set out again, back to that lonely, awful life.
"If you are going to shoot me and get the reward, do it now," he says tiredly. "And don't spend all the money on cards and whiskey, I might just haunt you if you did," he says, the dark humour tiding him through the end of this, whatever's left between them. He thinks he knows that Faraday won't shoot him, but you never know what a man is capable of after he finds out that you want him in such ways.