That draws another laugh from Faraday, loud and bitter.
"Yeah," he snaps back. "I got your goddamn note."
In fact, it's currently burning a hole in his vest pocket. He had folded it carefully and tucked behind his deck of cards. Time and time again, he had held the note in his hand and urged himself to throw the damned thing away, but even as much as he wanted to, he never could. He always ended up slipping it back into its place in his pocket – and he refuses to give Vasquez the satisfaction of that knowledge.
"'I'm sorry,'" he recites, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Vasquez's scrawl is practically burned into his memory. "'It's better like this.' Didn't even have the decency to say goodbye to my face."
And when Vasquez starts asking after his health, Faraday stares at him incredulously, almost outraged by the audacity of the question. The bastard does not get to ask after his goddamn health like they're distant relatives seeing one another after years apart.
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Date: 2018-11-06 04:45 am (UTC)"Yeah," he snaps back. "I got your goddamn note."
In fact, it's currently burning a hole in his vest pocket. He had folded it carefully and tucked behind his deck of cards. Time and time again, he had held the note in his hand and urged himself to throw the damned thing away, but even as much as he wanted to, he never could. He always ended up slipping it back into its place in his pocket – and he refuses to give Vasquez the satisfaction of that knowledge.
"'I'm sorry,'" he recites, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Vasquez's scrawl is practically burned into his memory. "'It's better like this.' Didn't even have the decency to say goodbye to my face."
And when Vasquez starts asking after his health, Faraday stares at him incredulously, almost outraged by the audacity of the question. The bastard does not get to ask after his goddamn health like they're distant relatives seeing one another after years apart.
"Don't try to change the damn subject, you ass."