The question catches him off-guard, and his mouth well truly drops open.
He had been thinking about this arrangement – this relationship, such as it is – in the abstract. Clinging to it for another week, a fortnight, a month, and feeling relieved that they’ve managed to keep things up for as long as they have. A part of him had always been certain that Vasquez would turn his back on him, but he hadn’t ever thought about how long this might last.
Six months, Vasquez says. A year. A lifetime. That’s a hell of a lot longer than anyone’s ever thought about sticking it out with him, aside from his own mother, God rest her soul.
Hell, Faraday has barely thought about his own life that far ahead. Faraday makes an awful habit of gambling with his life that each birthday is a pleasantly surprising milestone. His mind can barely wrap around planning just a couple of weeks in the future, much less a lifetime, for however much time he’s got left on this Earth.
That wounded look that crosses Vasquez’s face makes his stomach sour, and Faraday winces, reaching out to tentatively rest a hand against Vasquez’s arm. “I’m not plannin’ on goin’ anywhere,” he replies sincerely, almost mulishly. He doesn’t know what else he can say, considering looking as far into the future as Vasquez is saying might as well be like standing into a pitch black room and describing what’s across the way.
He just... can’t do it.
“Listen,” he says, carefully picking his words. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m in so long as you’re in, and I don’t see that changin’.”
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He had been thinking about this arrangement – this relationship, such as it is – in the abstract. Clinging to it for another week, a fortnight, a month, and feeling relieved that they’ve managed to keep things up for as long as they have. A part of him had always been certain that Vasquez would turn his back on him, but he hadn’t ever thought about how long this might last.
Six months, Vasquez says. A year. A lifetime. That’s a hell of a lot longer than anyone’s ever thought about sticking it out with him, aside from his own mother, God rest her soul.
Hell, Faraday has barely thought about his own life that far ahead. Faraday makes an awful habit of gambling with his life that each birthday is a pleasantly surprising milestone. His mind can barely wrap around planning just a couple of weeks in the future, much less a lifetime, for however much time he’s got left on this Earth.
That wounded look that crosses Vasquez’s face makes his stomach sour, and Faraday winces, reaching out to tentatively rest a hand against Vasquez’s arm. “I’m not plannin’ on goin’ anywhere,” he replies sincerely, almost mulishly. He doesn’t know what else he can say, considering looking as far into the future as Vasquez is saying might as well be like standing into a pitch black room and describing what’s across the way.
He just... can’t do it.
“Listen,” he says, carefully picking his words. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m in so long as you’re in, and I don’t see that changin’.”