Vasquez closes his eyes as he smokes, letting the tobacco curl over his lips as he exhales and then inhales the last breath of it, knowing that the weariness in his bones isn't all because of Faraday, but the worry there is. His shoulders are sagging forward, not just because of the pain drawing one down, but because he hates feeling defeated like this and he does.
How can he fight off Bogue and all his men, help steal Faraday from the clutches of death, and not be able to help the man? What good is he?
"Don't have to ask, that's the point," Vasquez rumbles, his voice low and sincere. He pinches at the thick paper of the cigarette as he holds it aloft, staring at the stream of smoke before he sticks it back into the corner of his lips to look to Faraday, watching him drink and consider, not sure he wants to know what's coming next.
Turns out, he's not surprised when Faraday launches into a stupid idea, though it's not like Vasquez knows what to do with it. So instead, he shrugs. "Move on where?" he retorts. "If you're trying to get rid of me and don't want me around, say so, guero. I'm not the one in a rush to leave town. No bounty hunters here today for my hairs," he points out. "Even if they are the handsomest ones in town," he can't help tease, trying desperately to get a rise out of Faraday or a laugh or something.
He reaches out and catches Faraday's wrist when he lifts his glass to drink, brushing his thumb against the pulse point before he lowers that hand, wanting Faraday to not be drinking when he speaks.
"They would give you a place to stay, I think," he says, heart beating higher and higher. "Maybe, I don't know, maybe I could stay too until you feel right."
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How can he fight off Bogue and all his men, help steal Faraday from the clutches of death, and not be able to help the man? What good is he?
"Don't have to ask, that's the point," Vasquez rumbles, his voice low and sincere. He pinches at the thick paper of the cigarette as he holds it aloft, staring at the stream of smoke before he sticks it back into the corner of his lips to look to Faraday, watching him drink and consider, not sure he wants to know what's coming next.
Turns out, he's not surprised when Faraday launches into a stupid idea, though it's not like Vasquez knows what to do with it. So instead, he shrugs. "Move on where?" he retorts. "If you're trying to get rid of me and don't want me around, say so, guero. I'm not the one in a rush to leave town. No bounty hunters here today for my hairs," he points out. "Even if they are the handsomest ones in town," he can't help tease, trying desperately to get a rise out of Faraday or a laugh or something.
He reaches out and catches Faraday's wrist when he lifts his glass to drink, brushing his thumb against the pulse point before he lowers that hand, wanting Faraday to not be drinking when he speaks.
"They would give you a place to stay, I think," he says, heart beating higher and higher. "Maybe, I don't know, maybe I could stay too until you feel right."