He doesn't know if that's a promise he can actually make, because the truth is that every time Faraday winces or grimaces or does anything that makes him pull at the wounds he's been healing from. "Depends," he echoes. "I watch you, here, you have too many holes in you, you're nearly blown up, and you expect me not to fuss?" he scoffs dubiously. "I'll make you a deal. Instead of me clucking like a pollo, then instead, I will only do that one, two hours a day. When you are needing it," he negotiates.
"When you are tired and need the extra attention. Think," he prods, trying to prey on Faraday's more selfish nature. "You can boss me around, make me do what you want. That's worth some henning, yes?" Besides, Vasquez needs to be able to fret, because if he doesn't, the worry about how close Faraday had come to actually dying will eat away at him.
Grimacing, he adjusts his arm, ghost pains still making him flinch, and he tries not to let buoyant delight overwhelm him. Faraday is saying yes, and try as he might to act collected and calm, he's already smiling like an idiot. "We're going to be such trouble," he says, already laughing wickedly at the thought of what they might get up to. "Best not tell Sam our plans, he will only frown."
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Date: 2017-08-07 11:46 pm (UTC)"When you are tired and need the extra attention. Think," he prods, trying to prey on Faraday's more selfish nature. "You can boss me around, make me do what you want. That's worth some henning, yes?" Besides, Vasquez needs to be able to fret, because if he doesn't, the worry about how close Faraday had come to actually dying will eat away at him.
Grimacing, he adjusts his arm, ghost pains still making him flinch, and he tries not to let buoyant delight overwhelm him. Faraday is saying yes, and try as he might to act collected and calm, he's already smiling like an idiot. "We're going to be such trouble," he says, already laughing wickedly at the thought of what they might get up to. "Best not tell Sam our plans, he will only frown."