"Months," Vasquez confirms, because the truth is that it has been months where he'd started to process everything that he'd been feeling, watching as it distilled into crystallized feelings where he understood that yes, he wanted Faraday in so many ways. When Faraday snaps at him, his back straightens, shocked by the tone and the emphasis behind it.
The worst of all of this happens when Faraday asks what he does. He's promised not to lie, but if that's the case, then he's not sure that he can say anything but this: "No, I was never going to tell you," he says, with so much clarity of how bad an idea that was going to be.
He'd tried poking and prodding at Faraday to see if there was interest in return, but he'd always stopped short. He never flirted back really, never showed any special attention, and while he treated Vasquez as a friend, it had only been that. With that in mind, he knew now to make any declarations, lest he get his head shot off.
Or snapped at and stomped around, seeing as that's what's happening. "I thought maybe that when you did find out from someone, you wouldn't find out about the other things," he mumbles, putting out his cigarette when the fidgeting is only distracting him.
That he would only find out about the nicknames, not Vasquez's feelings. Dios, his stomach twists to see the way Faraday looks so furious, all because of Vasquez being an idiot. "In truth, no. No, if I could have my way, I would have let that secret tide me to the grave to preserve our friendship." That's what matters the most, after all.
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The worst of all of this happens when Faraday asks what he does. He's promised not to lie, but if that's the case, then he's not sure that he can say anything but this: "No, I was never going to tell you," he says, with so much clarity of how bad an idea that was going to be.
He'd tried poking and prodding at Faraday to see if there was interest in return, but he'd always stopped short. He never flirted back really, never showed any special attention, and while he treated Vasquez as a friend, it had only been that. With that in mind, he knew now to make any declarations, lest he get his head shot off.
Or snapped at and stomped around, seeing as that's what's happening. "I thought maybe that when you did find out from someone, you wouldn't find out about the other things," he mumbles, putting out his cigarette when the fidgeting is only distracting him.
That he would only find out about the nicknames, not Vasquez's feelings. Dios, his stomach twists to see the way Faraday looks so furious, all because of Vasquez being an idiot. "In truth, no. No, if I could have my way, I would have let that secret tide me to the grave to preserve our friendship." That's what matters the most, after all.