Pleased (and showing it), he's sitting a little straighter in the saddle, chuckling like he's told himself a hilarious private joke that only they're going to understand, and to be fair, the only thing in his head is the image of Faraday laid out in a bed, pinning him face down to the sheets, fucking him...
He shivers for the thought of it, giving him an earnest, more sincere smile. "Gracias," he says. Them, of course, because he can't help being a little bit of an asshole, he says, slowly, "That means thank you," as if Faraday needs to start his Spanish lessons now.
Occupying his hands with smoking, he knows they've got some time to ride before they get back in, which is now when it occurs to him that he should fix up. He can't shave, but maybe he can at least switch clothes, hats. After almost an hour of riding when there's a copse of trees, he nods towards it.
"Come help me find something to wear," he says, "maybe do something of my hair."
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He shivers for the thought of it, giving him an earnest, more sincere smile. "Gracias," he says. Them, of course, because he can't help being a little bit of an asshole, he says, slowly, "That means thank you," as if Faraday needs to start his Spanish lessons now.
Occupying his hands with smoking, he knows they've got some time to ride before they get back in, which is now when it occurs to him that he should fix up. He can't shave, but maybe he can at least switch clothes, hats. After almost an hour of riding when there's a copse of trees, he nods towards it.
"Come help me find something to wear," he says, "maybe do something of my hair."