That irritation prickles in him again, makes Faraday’s eyes narrow and the corners of his mouth turn downward. He draws another card from the deck, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the paper as he seems to consider the merits of throwing the card at Vasquez’s infuriating smirk. He seems to decide against it – the King of Spades still stares up at him from the floorboards, waiting to be scooped up from his earlier act of petulance – and he tucks the card currently in hand back into the deck.
“I’m sharp enough still to see straight through your bullshit,” Faraday quips, his bright tone at odds with the roughness of his words.
He straightens out the deck in his hands, depositing the cards carefully on the nightstand beside him and swinging his legs out of bed. He holds in a breath as he gets to his feet, and when the mostly-healed wound in his left leg only twitches a little in protest, he lets the breath out between his lips. Even with the doc offering him a clean bill of health, Faraday knows the old injuries are liable to slow him down on the road, will make traveling a chore.
He moves past Vasquez, scooping up the fallen card, and when he turns back around, he runs his thumb along its edge, matching Vasquez’s smirk with one of his own.
“I’m sure you and Theodore will be thick as thieves, once you set out. You two can yap all day about farmin’.” And Faraday says it dryly, like the topic might possibly be the most boring thing in the world. “Not sure if the man has quite your constitution for shackin’ with the dearly departed, though.”
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“I’m sharp enough still to see straight through your bullshit,” Faraday quips, his bright tone at odds with the roughness of his words.
He straightens out the deck in his hands, depositing the cards carefully on the nightstand beside him and swinging his legs out of bed. He holds in a breath as he gets to his feet, and when the mostly-healed wound in his left leg only twitches a little in protest, he lets the breath out between his lips. Even with the doc offering him a clean bill of health, Faraday knows the old injuries are liable to slow him down on the road, will make traveling a chore.
He moves past Vasquez, scooping up the fallen card, and when he turns back around, he runs his thumb along its edge, matching Vasquez’s smirk with one of his own.
“I’m sure you and Theodore will be thick as thieves, once you set out. You two can yap all day about farmin’.” And Faraday says it dryly, like the topic might possibly be the most boring thing in the world. “Not sure if the man has quite your constitution for shackin’ with the dearly departed, though.”