Faraday is annoyingly handsome sometimes, and worse is right now, when he's all bright and cheerful and all the things that Vasquez had worried about seem to melt away so that he doesn't have to think about it. Still, he's also handsome and Vasquez likes to look at him, so, maybe it's not such a bad thing.

His breath catches, just for a second, when Faraday rests his hand on top of his, a brief moment where he almost can't believe that it's still happening, impossible seeming as it is.

Still, Faraday's words break that soft moment quickly. "Who taught you such a big word?" he asks dubiously, getting back on his horse to answer that yes, they are still heading back into town, even if there's doubts and worries about what he looks like. "Do you even know what it means?" Because, honestly, Vasquez doesn't. For all that his English is fairly good, it's still a second language.