When Vasquez pulls away, Faraday’s startled by how much it smarts, and he stills for a long moment. The quick squeeze of his hand mollifies him, but only a little, and his expression is grim as Vasquez takes back his belongings and then some.
He’s not great at this. Navigating this... romance thing, because that’s what this is, isn’t it? A courtship. Only they’ve skip straight past the literal courting to the good part – which is for the best, considering Faraday’s relationship with patience has always been fraught. But worrying for someone, feeling terrified for someone, spending the whole day, blaming himself for being so slow, for letting this happen—
It's new to him. And he’s not entirely sure how to— do this.
As Vasquez rummages through the guard’s pockets, Faraday plucks down a pair of shackles hanging from the wall.
“Yeah,” a little gruffly, because Faraday’s still feeling the sting from Vasquez’s earlier snub. “I got the supplies.”
Faraday kneels down to cuff one of the man’s wrists to the man’s ankle. He yanks off the guard’s wild rag, while he’s at it, winding it up and tying it tightly around the man’s mouth. A tactic to slow the man down and buy them time, if they need it.
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Date: 2018-06-22 05:36 pm (UTC)He’s not great at this. Navigating this... romance thing, because that’s what this is, isn’t it? A courtship. Only they’ve skip straight past the literal courting to the good part – which is for the best, considering Faraday’s relationship with patience has always been fraught. But worrying for someone, feeling terrified for someone, spending the whole day, blaming himself for being so slow, for letting this happen—
It's new to him. And he’s not entirely sure how to— do this.
As Vasquez rummages through the guard’s pockets, Faraday plucks down a pair of shackles hanging from the wall.
“Yeah,” a little gruffly, because Faraday’s still feeling the sting from Vasquez’s earlier snub. “I got the supplies.”
Faraday kneels down to cuff one of the man’s wrists to the man’s ankle. He yanks off the guard’s wild rag, while he’s at it, winding it up and tying it tightly around the man’s mouth. A tactic to slow the man down and buy them time, if they need it.
“Horses are waiting for us down the road.”