"And cigarettes," he repeats almost patiently, making no effort to conceal the fact that he's humoring Vasquez, to a point.
But he urges Jack forward, the horse's steps still slow and even as he falls in line with Vasquez's mare. It's obvious that Vasquez has less than practical things in mind for returning to the city, and maybe in a different moment, Faraday would call him on it, would roll his eyes and laugh it off. But here he is, giving into Vasquez's apparent whims – and admittedly, he finds his own wants lining up neatly with the other man's.
And when Vasquez leans over, as he pitches his voice low and raspy in a way that makes something stir in Faraday's gut, as he uses that silly little nickname, Faraday does huff out a small, breathless laugh.
"Fine," he says, waving a hand as though he's offering some great concession. "We'll go back to that one-horse town. Get you those cigarettes and that bed you're lookin' for."
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But he urges Jack forward, the horse's steps still slow and even as he falls in line with Vasquez's mare. It's obvious that Vasquez has less than practical things in mind for returning to the city, and maybe in a different moment, Faraday would call him on it, would roll his eyes and laugh it off. But here he is, giving into Vasquez's apparent whims – and admittedly, he finds his own wants lining up neatly with the other man's.
And when Vasquez leans over, as he pitches his voice low and raspy in a way that makes something stir in Faraday's gut, as he uses that silly little nickname, Faraday does huff out a small, breathless laugh.
"Fine," he says, waving a hand as though he's offering some great concession. "We'll go back to that one-horse town. Get you those cigarettes and that bed you're lookin' for."