Faraday is hardly bothered by their waylaid plans, but he is concerned about Vasquez, about the desperation and barely contained panic as he rides. Jack keeps up well enough, and Faraday grits his teeth as it jostles his sore leg. Still, he doesn’t fault the other man for wanting to put as much distance between themselves and the town as they can. Even if it is reckless to ride this hard in the dark.
When Vasquez takes his horse off the road, Faraday pulls Jack up short, alarmed.
“Vas,” he hisses in the dark, but when Vasquez doesn’t stop, Faraday spares only a second to look after him in concern before clicking his tongue, guiding Jack into the wooded area.
He dismounts once Vasquez does, his leg twinging but deigning to hold his weight, and he gives Jack an affectionate pat on the neck before looking to the other man. In the dim light of the moon, Vasquez sounds like a man possessed, moves around like one, too, and Faraday closes the distance between them.
“I can’t understand a word you’re sayin’,” Faraday tells him with a hint of exasperation. When Vasquez goes for another match, Faraday captures his hand, looking at him meaningfully before taking it and the box from him. His own hands are far steadier by comparison, and the match finally catches fire. The little flame glows between them, casting the two of them in a low, flickering glow.
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Date: 2018-06-26 06:28 pm (UTC)When Vasquez takes his horse off the road, Faraday pulls Jack up short, alarmed.
“Vas,” he hisses in the dark, but when Vasquez doesn’t stop, Faraday spares only a second to look after him in concern before clicking his tongue, guiding Jack into the wooded area.
He dismounts once Vasquez does, his leg twinging but deigning to hold his weight, and he gives Jack an affectionate pat on the neck before looking to the other man. In the dim light of the moon, Vasquez sounds like a man possessed, moves around like one, too, and Faraday closes the distance between them.
“I can’t understand a word you’re sayin’,” Faraday tells him with a hint of exasperation. When Vasquez goes for another match, Faraday captures his hand, looking at him meaningfully before taking it and the box from him. His own hands are far steadier by comparison, and the match finally catches fire. The little flame glows between them, casting the two of them in a low, flickering glow.
“You gotta calm down.”