The suggestion to head north is met with a slightly more certain nod, this time. He's been up through Oregon at least once, though he hasn't ventured into the Washington Territory just yet; he can't imagine it being all that different from California.
Faraday isn't entirely sure if that's a promise, the statement that they'll be together, but he feels that same sweet twist in his chest, the one that punches the breath from his lungs and draws an unbidden smile to his lips. The reminder of the cold earns Vasquez a dismissive snort, a quick grumbled, "I didn't bitch," though the delivery is half-hearted at best.
But Faraday takes the hint, exhaling quietly – something close to a laugh – and he straightens a little in his seat.
"I think how nice it is remains to be seen, amigo," and he purposely mangles the pronunciation, makes the vowels twang. He nods toward the room he assumes is the bedroom. "Go on, then. Show it off, if you like."
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Faraday isn't entirely sure if that's a promise, the statement that they'll be together, but he feels that same sweet twist in his chest, the one that punches the breath from his lungs and draws an unbidden smile to his lips. The reminder of the cold earns Vasquez a dismissive snort, a quick grumbled, "I didn't bitch," though the delivery is half-hearted at best.
But Faraday takes the hint, exhaling quietly – something close to a laugh – and he straightens a little in his seat.
"I think how nice it is remains to be seen, amigo," and he purposely mangles the pronunciation, makes the vowels twang. He nods toward the room he assumes is the bedroom. "Go on, then. Show it off, if you like."