Grudgingly, he lets Vasquez pull him forward, hands reflexively landing on Vasquez's hips.
"I'd rather punch you when you're not expectin' it," he says with false brightness – and though he delivers it as a joke, even Faraday isn't entirely sure if he means it or not. The offer to turn his back on Vasquez seems right out, too, considering Faraday is easing into the other man's space.
Which, obviously, means Faraday is almost certainly leaving himself open to option three.
This close, he has a much better look at Vasquez – the wild way his hair curls over his ears and over his brow, the length of his beard that can't quite cover the way his cheeks have thinned a bit since last they saw one another. What little liquor Vasquez has drunk tonight has made his eyes bright, but there are dark shadows beneath them, all the same. Something briefly sours in Faraday's gut with the sight, and he runs a hand down Vasquez's cheek, following the line of his beard until he can tug lightly at the tip of it beneath his chin.
"You look like shit, by the way." And this, too, he delivers as a joke, but there's a reluctant sense of concern flickering in his eyes.
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Date: 2019-02-04 03:26 am (UTC)"I'd rather punch you when you're not expectin' it," he says with false brightness – and though he delivers it as a joke, even Faraday isn't entirely sure if he means it or not. The offer to turn his back on Vasquez seems right out, too, considering Faraday is easing into the other man's space.
Which, obviously, means Faraday is almost certainly leaving himself open to option three.
This close, he has a much better look at Vasquez – the wild way his hair curls over his ears and over his brow, the length of his beard that can't quite cover the way his cheeks have thinned a bit since last they saw one another. What little liquor Vasquez has drunk tonight has made his eyes bright, but there are dark shadows beneath them, all the same. Something briefly sours in Faraday's gut with the sight, and he runs a hand down Vasquez's cheek, following the line of his beard until he can tug lightly at the tip of it beneath his chin.
"You look like shit, by the way." And this, too, he delivers as a joke, but there's a reluctant sense of concern flickering in his eyes.