And the words are cast darkly, a little ruefully. Maybe another man could deal with that, but Faraday's always been something of a social creature. Before the business with Rose Creek, he always gravitated toward towns, moved from one place to the next, though he was always careful to never outstay his welcome.
He had adjusted with Vasquez, of course, and while he never admitted it aloud, a small part of him felt the trouble was worth it. Vasquez got on his last nerve more often than not, but there was a comfort in the companionship, along with some oddly-shaped, hazy sensation that he can't quite name.
"It was workin', wasn't it? Me, goin' into towns for supplies and you hangin' back? Why can't we go back to that?"
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Date: 2018-11-29 10:00 am (UTC)And the words are cast darkly, a little ruefully. Maybe another man could deal with that, but Faraday's always been something of a social creature. Before the business with Rose Creek, he always gravitated toward towns, moved from one place to the next, though he was always careful to never outstay his welcome.
He had adjusted with Vasquez, of course, and while he never admitted it aloud, a small part of him felt the trouble was worth it. Vasquez got on his last nerve more often than not, but there was a comfort in the companionship, along with some oddly-shaped, hazy sensation that he can't quite name.
"It was workin', wasn't it? Me, goin' into towns for supplies and you hangin' back? Why can't we go back to that?"