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Vasquez finds himself nosing at Faraday's neck, the tip of his nose tracing the warmth of his neck as he curls in, eyes closed, his mood sombre, and he thinks that it would have been nice if he had been someone else. If he hadn't been a wanted man, maybe they could do this more often and have this life.

As it is, it's at least a good way to end things, with him surrounded by Faraday's warmth. He's so worn from the day that he knows there's little fight in him, little of anything else. He still thinks he can't finish the night without saying one last thing.

"Te amo, Joshua," he murmurs, needing him to understand that, more than anything. "I mean it, no matter what." Because tomorrow, he knows that Faraday won't feel so much fondness towards him, not after what's coming. Still, for Faraday to live a life that's full and rich and not hiding, he knows that it needs to happen. Dragging Faraday towards him a little tighter, he doesn't plan to move from where he lies, not until the morning.

Until then, he's stealing every second he can get.
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