He hates to even think it, but Vasquez doesn't see how this works otherwise. It's uncomfortable for Faraday because now he knows how Vasquez has been lying. It's terrible for Vasquez because he'll stay jealous and now he won't even get his pet names and his touches. It's a miserable life he's seeing in his future, but it's the one that's safest for all of them.
"Maybe I'll go back, find Sam so I don't have to go back into hiding," he admits dully, because he can't do that either, not now that traveling with Faraday has given him a taste of what freedom on the road's been like.
Maybe he can develop another personality, another face, stay in a small town and create a new identity. Then again, didn't Powder Dan try and do exactly this? It would only work for so long, so Sam is the best bet, if he'd take him on.
"I can't stay, Faraday," he says, shaking his head at the whole idea. He hasn't used an endearment since this fight broke out and it feels like they're clawing to get out, but he needs to learn now, more than ever, to stop saying them. He won't get to again. "I'm too jealous. You're very uncomfortable. It's no good."
He wants to step forward, clasp Faraday by the shoulder and tell him that he's sorry that he fucked it all up. He is, but only for that. It's hard to believe that only a few hours ago, he'd been so happy to ride into town and have a nice comfortable bed and --
Vasquez glances over his shoulder to the bed, flashing Faraday a tired smile. "Take the room, it's yours," he says, returning to pick up his hat and set it back on his head, hooking his holsters back onto his hips before heading to the door. His things are still in the saddlebag that he hoists up off the floor slowly, gripping the strap in his unsteady fingers (hidden by how tightly he holds it). "If I can't find Sam, I'll go back to Rose Creek."
He nods, thinking that he's got a plan and it involves running away. No surprises there, but at least it's better than facing the mess that he's caused, letting himself let someone in the way he did.
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"Maybe I'll go back, find Sam so I don't have to go back into hiding," he admits dully, because he can't do that either, not now that traveling with Faraday has given him a taste of what freedom on the road's been like.
Maybe he can develop another personality, another face, stay in a small town and create a new identity. Then again, didn't Powder Dan try and do exactly this? It would only work for so long, so Sam is the best bet, if he'd take him on.
"I can't stay, Faraday," he says, shaking his head at the whole idea. He hasn't used an endearment since this fight broke out and it feels like they're clawing to get out, but he needs to learn now, more than ever, to stop saying them. He won't get to again. "I'm too jealous. You're very uncomfortable. It's no good."
He wants to step forward, clasp Faraday by the shoulder and tell him that he's sorry that he fucked it all up. He is, but only for that. It's hard to believe that only a few hours ago, he'd been so happy to ride into town and have a nice comfortable bed and --
Vasquez glances over his shoulder to the bed, flashing Faraday a tired smile. "Take the room, it's yours," he says, returning to pick up his hat and set it back on his head, hooking his holsters back onto his hips before heading to the door. His things are still in the saddlebag that he hoists up off the floor slowly, gripping the strap in his unsteady fingers (hidden by how tightly he holds it). "If I can't find Sam, I'll go back to Rose Creek."
He nods, thinking that he's got a plan and it involves running away. No surprises there, but at least it's better than facing the mess that he's caused, letting himself let someone in the way he did.