Vasquez hadn't been expecting this at yet. He'd known that at some point, Faraday would track him down. If not track him down, he would have found him from coincidence. It looks like that time is now. What he hates himself most for is the fact that Faraday looks so damn good.
The scarf and the coat draw his eye, making that ache in his heart worsen for the sight of him, at least until he sees Faraday starts storming his way. His hand slicks and slides off the cow's udder, stumbling off the stool and kicking it over in his haste.
He backs up, swallowing hard and putting a hand up, his shirt billowing as he keeps back, knowing that this is a consequence that's coming, but he hadn't wanted it so soon.
"Faraday," he ekes out, not his first name, because he doesn't think that he deserves to use his first name.
He knows that the people in town have been dealing with him the whole time, knows that while he's earned some of their affection and care, he still doesn't think that they like him as much as they do Faraday for his actions and they never will. He swallows back that lump and stands, as defiant as a man can, almost backed up against a wall.
Should he instantly get defiant? Should he stand his ground?
"What are you doing here?" he asks instead, roughly, trying to convince himself not to flinch or show how much he's missed Faraday. He wants him and he hates himself for still wanting him so badly, because he has no right to this man, especially not now.
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The scarf and the coat draw his eye, making that ache in his heart worsen for the sight of him, at least until he sees Faraday starts storming his way. His hand slicks and slides off the cow's udder, stumbling off the stool and kicking it over in his haste.
He backs up, swallowing hard and putting a hand up, his shirt billowing as he keeps back, knowing that this is a consequence that's coming, but he hadn't wanted it so soon.
"Faraday," he ekes out, not his first name, because he doesn't think that he deserves to use his first name.
He knows that the people in town have been dealing with him the whole time, knows that while he's earned some of their affection and care, he still doesn't think that they like him as much as they do Faraday for his actions and they never will. He swallows back that lump and stands, as defiant as a man can, almost backed up against a wall.
Should he instantly get defiant? Should he stand his ground?
"What are you doing here?" he asks instead, roughly, trying to convince himself not to flinch or show how much he's missed Faraday. He wants him and he hates himself for still wanting him so badly, because he has no right to this man, especially not now.