Vasquez inhales sharply when Faraday lies like that, mainly because it brings into stark relief how close they're pressed together. If sanity and logic was in his head, he would shove Faraday off of him, but it's not. The pain in both his breathing and his voice makes Vasquez stupid for a minute (though it could probably be argued that he gets stupid around Faraday in general) and that hand on Faraday's upper back drifts, for a brief moment touching at his neck before his thumb drags a hard line up the nape, ruffling against fair hair where his blunt nail catches it.
"You're not fine," he replies, but it's hissed quietly, already searching the room. Squeezing at Faraday's bad side, he gives some of the light pressure the doctor said might help, not just to help, but to guide. "There," he says. "Come on, let's get you sitting and I'll buy you a round of something strong enough to give you a second wind."
Of course, that means moving from this position and Vasquez tips his head to the ceiling, as if praying somehow to God to give him guidance about why he finds that to be such a disappointing idea.
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Date: 2017-08-26 06:48 pm (UTC)"You're not fine," he replies, but it's hissed quietly, already searching the room. Squeezing at Faraday's bad side, he gives some of the light pressure the doctor said might help, not just to help, but to guide. "There," he says. "Come on, let's get you sitting and I'll buy you a round of something strong enough to give you a second wind."
Of course, that means moving from this position and Vasquez tips his head to the ceiling, as if praying somehow to God to give him guidance about why he finds that to be such a disappointing idea.