Vasquez lets his head fall slightly, chasing after the warmth in Faraday's fingers as he inches closer so that he can lift his head and take his fill of looking at him. He's still not so sure that Faraday is real, even when he's completely whole and here with Vasquez, not a ghost at all.
His fingers keep sliding over the fabric of Faraday's shirt as he keeps his head low, knowing his exhaustion must be bleeding through. He knows he looks like shit, but the reason shouldn't exist. "I missed you," he admits. "I lost my appetite. I didn't sit to eat so much, I stopped bothering to care about my hair, my beard." Those things he preened about and kept tamed for Faraday no longer seemed to matter because he was alone.
More than that, he'd wanted to stay alone. He hadn't come back to Rose Creek to find new love, he'd come here to be safe and hidden while he gave Faraday a chance to go out there and enjoy his card games and be the man that he'd seen earlier at the saloon.
"Joshua, nene, I..." He thinks he should say something else, but he decides that words on a letter got him into this mess to begin with.
Instead of fumbling through another half-hearted apology or explanation, he cups Faraday's face with both hands, holding onto him like he's precious as he presses his body flush in against Faraday's, sending them stumbling until one of the bedposts stops them, gives him a place to angle up into a kiss, rough and clumsy and desperate. It's been so long since he did this and it's only in his dreams that he ever thought he'd get to have this again, but it's so good, even though it's more needy than skilled.
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His fingers keep sliding over the fabric of Faraday's shirt as he keeps his head low, knowing his exhaustion must be bleeding through. He knows he looks like shit, but the reason shouldn't exist. "I missed you," he admits. "I lost my appetite. I didn't sit to eat so much, I stopped bothering to care about my hair, my beard." Those things he preened about and kept tamed for Faraday no longer seemed to matter because he was alone.
More than that, he'd wanted to stay alone. He hadn't come back to Rose Creek to find new love, he'd come here to be safe and hidden while he gave Faraday a chance to go out there and enjoy his card games and be the man that he'd seen earlier at the saloon.
"Joshua, nene, I..." He thinks he should say something else, but he decides that words on a letter got him into this mess to begin with.
Instead of fumbling through another half-hearted apology or explanation, he cups Faraday's face with both hands, holding onto him like he's precious as he presses his body flush in against Faraday's, sending them stumbling until one of the bedposts stops them, gives him a place to angle up into a kiss, rough and clumsy and desperate. It's been so long since he did this and it's only in his dreams that he ever thought he'd get to have this again, but it's so good, even though it's more needy than skilled.