He'd probably just fall down the stairs very elegantly, thinks Vasquez, but he's stubborn enough that he'd willingly yank Faraday with him and make sure that he doesn't suffer alone. It's a lie, of course, for two reasons. The first being that he doesn't want Faraday to be any more injured and the second is that who knows how they'd end up, sprawled together, like that.
Clearing his throat, he lifts his head when Faraday asks after him, unable to help his small, satisfied smile when he's not left behind. He yanks his vest on, only buttoning up the first three before he's following after. They need to load up on supplies and he'll move a lot faster if he leaves Faraday's side for it, but it's the first time that the other man's up and about.
There's a sentimental and stupid part of him that doesn't want to miss this. "If that gets too bad," he says, of the leg and the hip, "doctor told me some ways that I could help." It had been while Faraday had been sleeping, but he's not sure that he's ready to get into them here and now. Some seem very strange, and some he's not even sure that Faraday will allow.
He sidesteps Faraday, putting both hands on his person to forcibly make room for Vasquez to step in front and stand a few steps below, leaning one foot on the step above the other as he nods at Faraday, eyes roaming him as he waits for him to start moving down.
"I'm not helping," he warns. He'll catch him, sure, but this is Faraday's to do and on his own.
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Date: 2017-08-21 07:51 pm (UTC)Clearing his throat, he lifts his head when Faraday asks after him, unable to help his small, satisfied smile when he's not left behind. He yanks his vest on, only buttoning up the first three before he's following after. They need to load up on supplies and he'll move a lot faster if he leaves Faraday's side for it, but it's the first time that the other man's up and about.
There's a sentimental and stupid part of him that doesn't want to miss this. "If that gets too bad," he says, of the leg and the hip, "doctor told me some ways that I could help." It had been while Faraday had been sleeping, but he's not sure that he's ready to get into them here and now. Some seem very strange, and some he's not even sure that Faraday will allow.
He sidesteps Faraday, putting both hands on his person to forcibly make room for Vasquez to step in front and stand a few steps below, leaning one foot on the step above the other as he nods at Faraday, eyes roaming him as he waits for him to start moving down.
"I'm not helping," he warns. He'll catch him, sure, but this is Faraday's to do and on his own.