That’s absolute bullshit, and they both surely know it. In fact, Faraday casts Vasquez a dubious look, something that clearly asks, Who the hell do you think you’re foolin’?
He plucks the proffered cigarette from Vasquez’s fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bud flaring briefly as he takes an unhurried drag, and he hands it back. A private sort of kiss, Faraday knows – an innocuous gesture to anyone else, and one Faraday finds himself adhering to more and more easily with each passing day. It isn’t that Faraday gives two shits about what anyone might think of the two of them together – and Faraday has surely seen men being far more open without anyone batting an eye. It’s that he still feels a little shy about the entire thing. Still feels like he needs to guard this budding thing between them to give it a chance to take root, in case the exposure might destroy it.
The plume of smoke drifts toward the empty sky once he exhales, and Faraday gives another wary glance at the way from which they’d just come. They had agreed early on to avoid towns, to keep to the less-traveled roads to minimize the chance of some keen-eyed bounty hunter from spotting Vasquez in a crowd. The few times they had risked venturing into civilization together had been uneventful, sure, but Faraday, expert gambler that he is, knows far better than to tempt fate and good fortune.
But he’s always been a selfish bastard, too, and he must admit, Vasquez’s suggestions and offerings are more tempting than an apple in Eden. He finds his resolve quietly crumbling.
“I suppose,” he murmurs slowly, as he reluctantly starts to maneuver Jack around, “we could use a bit more water. Stock up on a bit more food, too, while we’re at it...”
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Date: 2018-02-27 02:14 am (UTC)He plucks the proffered cigarette from Vasquez’s fingers. He brings it to his lips, the bud flaring briefly as he takes an unhurried drag, and he hands it back. A private sort of kiss, Faraday knows – an innocuous gesture to anyone else, and one Faraday finds himself adhering to more and more easily with each passing day. It isn’t that Faraday gives two shits about what anyone might think of the two of them together – and Faraday has surely seen men being far more open without anyone batting an eye. It’s that he still feels a little shy about the entire thing. Still feels like he needs to guard this budding thing between them to give it a chance to take root, in case the exposure might destroy it.
The plume of smoke drifts toward the empty sky once he exhales, and Faraday gives another wary glance at the way from which they’d just come. They had agreed early on to avoid towns, to keep to the less-traveled roads to minimize the chance of some keen-eyed bounty hunter from spotting Vasquez in a crowd. The few times they had risked venturing into civilization together had been uneventful, sure, but Faraday, expert gambler that he is, knows far better than to tempt fate and good fortune.
But he’s always been a selfish bastard, too, and he must admit, Vasquez’s suggestions and offerings are more tempting than an apple in Eden. He finds his resolve quietly crumbling.
“I suppose,” he murmurs slowly, as he reluctantly starts to maneuver Jack around, “we could use a bit more water. Stock up on a bit more food, too, while we’re at it...”