Calming down isn't exactly what Vasquez feels capable of, but he leans in to light up the cigarette, breathing out raggedly once he's had a few puffs. He doesn't want to have to think too hard, so instead of repeating what he's been saying in Spanish, he instead keeps on smoking until he's done, putting it out on his trousers and tucking it behind his ear.
If he sags forward, if he allows himself this weakness, he knows it won't get better. Then again, none of this is going to get better. Life on the road is one thing, but a punishing life where you can never have comforts, that's another.
The trouble is, he sees the future for what it is. There are two options. He either keeps on like he was, never stopping, always hiding. Or, he goes to Rose Creek and he settles where it's safe. If he does that, he thinks he'll be losing Faraday, because he can't see the man settling. He can barely see himself settling, it's just that it's his only option.
"There's nothing to be calm about," he heatedly insists. "I nearly got killed because all I wanted was a soft bed."
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Date: 2018-06-26 06:55 pm (UTC)If he sags forward, if he allows himself this weakness, he knows it won't get better. Then again, none of this is going to get better. Life on the road is one thing, but a punishing life where you can never have comforts, that's another.
The trouble is, he sees the future for what it is. There are two options. He either keeps on like he was, never stopping, always hiding. Or, he goes to Rose Creek and he settles where it's safe. If he does that, he thinks he'll be losing Faraday, because he can't see the man settling. He can barely see himself settling, it's just that it's his only option.
"There's nothing to be calm about," he heatedly insists. "I nearly got killed because all I wanted was a soft bed."