It's a bad thing to say. Vasquez's expression goes dark and cloudy, a reminder of why he was starting to go stir-crazy in the first place. "That was working," he echoes flatly, wondering if he would ruin all those feelings of being relieved and happy to see Faraday by spitting at his feet.
He'll consider it, but for now, he just grips the bucket of milk tightly and shoves himself out of Faraday's range, to remove the temptation. "Vete a la mierda," he says, and he does end up spitting on the ground. "What's the difference between you and the corpse I slept with? You both keep me safe, you both keep me trapped," he knows he's baiting Faraday at this point, but he's angry that his solution is being said to not work, when it's the one that keeps him alive and happier than someone trapped in the wilderness.
"And one day, you find people you like too much to play cards with, you stay late." Vasquez shakes his head, annoyed. "I'd rather be here, where I can ride out for a day to be alone and come back to safety than that." Even if that's how he would get to be with Faraday and have all the things he wants so badly.
He misses Faraday's body warm under his. He misses the press of his fingers into Faraday's body and the way he can make him open up with slow kisses. One day, in one of those towns, he knows he'll lose Faraday. Whether it's to women or drink or cards or boredom, he will, and he hates the idea that he should be a kept man in the wilderness until then.
"What do you want?" he demands again, angrily, setting the milk down at the door. He wants to her it in words, what he actually wants.
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He'll consider it, but for now, he just grips the bucket of milk tightly and shoves himself out of Faraday's range, to remove the temptation. "Vete a la mierda," he says, and he does end up spitting on the ground. "What's the difference between you and the corpse I slept with? You both keep me safe, you both keep me trapped," he knows he's baiting Faraday at this point, but he's angry that his solution is being said to not work, when it's the one that keeps him alive and happier than someone trapped in the wilderness.
"And one day, you find people you like too much to play cards with, you stay late." Vasquez shakes his head, annoyed. "I'd rather be here, where I can ride out for a day to be alone and come back to safety than that." Even if that's how he would get to be with Faraday and have all the things he wants so badly.
He misses Faraday's body warm under his. He misses the press of his fingers into Faraday's body and the way he can make him open up with slow kisses. One day, in one of those towns, he knows he'll lose Faraday. Whether it's to women or drink or cards or boredom, he will, and he hates the idea that he should be a kept man in the wilderness until then.
"What do you want?" he demands again, angrily, setting the milk down at the door. He wants to her it in words, what he actually wants.