Faraday laughs, low and dark but genuinely amused by the vehemence in Vazquez's voice. He can hardly blame Vasquez for his lack of patience, considering his own less than stellar relationship with that particular virtue. Still, Faraday doesn't see any need to hurry.
He'd rather take his time, would rather enjoy this. The last time they had been together was a hurried thing, meant to soothe and sate than to savor. If he had known that would be the last he would see of Vasquez, Faraday would have done his best to make it worthwhile. (And maybe he should have done that anyway. Maybe Vasquez would've had second thoughts about leaving at all if they had just taken their time, that night after the run in with those bounty hunters.)
"We got time," he repeats, equally insistent. He adds with a wry smile, "This ain't a race, sweetheart."
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Date: 2019-02-05 12:44 am (UTC)He'd rather take his time, would rather enjoy this. The last time they had been together was a hurried thing, meant to soothe and sate than to savor. If he had known that would be the last he would see of Vasquez, Faraday would have done his best to make it worthwhile. (And maybe he should have done that anyway. Maybe Vasquez would've had second thoughts about leaving at all if they had just taken their time, that night after the run in with those bounty hunters.)
"We got time," he repeats, equally insistent. He adds with a wry smile, "This ain't a race, sweetheart."