You’re keeping unwanted company, Vasquez says, and being purposefully obtuse, Faraday replies primly, “Now, that’s an awful way to talk about Jack.”
He knows exactly what Vasquez is trying to say, and he can hear the displeasure in the other man’s voice, clear as day. That doesn’t mean Faraday agrees with the assessment, nor does he particularly care what other folks think; he hasn’t cared for most of his life, after all. He doubts he’ll make a habit of it now.
And he gives the stallion a fond pat on its neck as he climbs off, and it speaks to his discomfort that he does nothing to wave off Vasquez’s assistance. Once he’s fully dismounted, his bad leg buckles a little, but he catches himself on Vasquez’s shoulder with a quick, annoyed huff.
But even this is a ruse to get him close into Vasquez’s space, and as he leans against the other man, looking for all the world like he’s just trying to get his bearings, he flashes Vasquez a private, challenging grin.
He murmurs, “As I recall, I was promised a bed and some begging.”
He backs away after a second, giving the back of Vasquez’s neck a gentle, affectionate squeeze. A little more conversationally, “Though I suppose we oughta get supplies. Second I sit down, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be inclined to stand back up.”
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He knows exactly what Vasquez is trying to say, and he can hear the displeasure in the other man’s voice, clear as day. That doesn’t mean Faraday agrees with the assessment, nor does he particularly care what other folks think; he hasn’t cared for most of his life, after all. He doubts he’ll make a habit of it now.
And he gives the stallion a fond pat on its neck as he climbs off, and it speaks to his discomfort that he does nothing to wave off Vasquez’s assistance. Once he’s fully dismounted, his bad leg buckles a little, but he catches himself on Vasquez’s shoulder with a quick, annoyed huff.
But even this is a ruse to get him close into Vasquez’s space, and as he leans against the other man, looking for all the world like he’s just trying to get his bearings, he flashes Vasquez a private, challenging grin.
He murmurs, “As I recall, I was promised a bed and some begging.”
He backs away after a second, giving the back of Vasquez’s neck a gentle, affectionate squeeze. A little more conversationally, “Though I suppose we oughta get supplies. Second I sit down, I’m not entirely sure I’ll be inclined to stand back up.”