When Vasquez tries to keep up the pretense, Faraday snorts out another laugh and cheerfully says, “That’s complete and utter bullshit, and we both know it.”
After all, the two of them are stubborn, contrary creatures. If not being able to wander into and out of towns had been the real source of whatever’s aggravating Vasquez as it is, Faraday expects Vasquez would have denied it for much longer. As it stands, Vasquez agreed far too quickly – a sure sign that the easy agreement was a cover for the genuine truth. At the very least, he managed to coax Vasquez out of his self-imposed shell, and Faraday flashes him a crooked grin.
At Vasquez’s suggestion, Faraday brushes him off with a wave of his hand. “Stop tryin’ to distract me, you surly bastard,” and despite the words, his voice is good-natured. Faraday freely admits he has a terrible habit of sticking his nose where it’s not wanted, but it’s only gotten him into trouble a few dozen times.
(“Only.”)
“What is it? You jealous that I stopped off at the saloon? Got a couple drinks?” Solitary lifestyle that Vasquez has led, Faraday figures it’s less about freedom and more about getting to shoot the shit with a new set of faces. “Or are you jealous about me getting’ a couple games in? Or—”
Faraday cuts off, stricken by an idea like a bolt of lightning. He studies Vasquez for another second, still with that warm curl of amusement, and he ventures, “Is it ‘cause of Henrietta? ‘Cause I got the attentions of a lovely lady and you didn’t?”
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Date: 2017-10-06 10:25 pm (UTC)After all, the two of them are stubborn, contrary creatures. If not being able to wander into and out of towns had been the real source of whatever’s aggravating Vasquez as it is, Faraday expects Vasquez would have denied it for much longer. As it stands, Vasquez agreed far too quickly – a sure sign that the easy agreement was a cover for the genuine truth. At the very least, he managed to coax Vasquez out of his self-imposed shell, and Faraday flashes him a crooked grin.
At Vasquez’s suggestion, Faraday brushes him off with a wave of his hand. “Stop tryin’ to distract me, you surly bastard,” and despite the words, his voice is good-natured. Faraday freely admits he has a terrible habit of sticking his nose where it’s not wanted, but it’s only gotten him into trouble a few dozen times.
(“Only.”)
“What is it? You jealous that I stopped off at the saloon? Got a couple drinks?” Solitary lifestyle that Vasquez has led, Faraday figures it’s less about freedom and more about getting to shoot the shit with a new set of faces. “Or are you jealous about me getting’ a couple games in? Or—”
Faraday cuts off, stricken by an idea like a bolt of lightning. He studies Vasquez for another second, still with that warm curl of amusement, and he ventures, “Is it ‘cause of Henrietta? ‘Cause I got the attentions of a lovely lady and you didn’t?”