The more Faraday stares back at him, the warmer he feels. It's like his whole body is imbued with it and he can't help the way he laughs, ducking his head down, feeling like he's some idiot kid again, because he can't help how stupidly in love with this man he is. Maybe it's going to be a problem, maybe it will even cost him his life, but he thinks it will at least be interesting up until that point.
God, he should have stayed and talked. He shouldn't have run, but he suspects he'll be paying for this mistake for some time. That's a lesson he didn't want to learn, but it's going to happen because he didn't think about it, the way he should have.
When Faraday finally comes back, the tequila in his bottle is still more than half full. It's a sign how much he's been patient and steady, not wanting to get too drunk when he wants to be clear-headed. He's sure when they talk more soon, there's going to be plenty to say, so he doesn't want to be drunk.
"I think I could spare some room at the house," he says, casually shrugging like he's going to have to think about it. Eyes locked on Faraday, he's on his feet easily so he can pay their tab and head out, careful not to walk too fast so the cold won't set in and make his leg ache.
On the trip back, he doesn't fill the air with words. The ones he wants to share are much too private and he doesn't want anyone to eavesdrop, so he waits until they're back to the house, where he can shed his coat and settle against the hutch, leaning there and waiting for Faraday to catch up.
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Date: 2019-02-01 08:17 pm (UTC)God, he should have stayed and talked. He shouldn't have run, but he suspects he'll be paying for this mistake for some time. That's a lesson he didn't want to learn, but it's going to happen because he didn't think about it, the way he should have.
When Faraday finally comes back, the tequila in his bottle is still more than half full. It's a sign how much he's been patient and steady, not wanting to get too drunk when he wants to be clear-headed. He's sure when they talk more soon, there's going to be plenty to say, so he doesn't want to be drunk.
"I think I could spare some room at the house," he says, casually shrugging like he's going to have to think about it. Eyes locked on Faraday, he's on his feet easily so he can pay their tab and head out, careful not to walk too fast so the cold won't set in and make his leg ache.
On the trip back, he doesn't fill the air with words. The ones he wants to share are much too private and he doesn't want anyone to eavesdrop, so he waits until they're back to the house, where he can shed his coat and settle against the hutch, leaning there and waiting for Faraday to catch up.