Vasquez drifts away to sleep, and Faraday huffs out a laugh. The ornery bastard always was good at slipping away into sleep, and it seems the drink only helped to grease that particular transition.
Faraday watches him for a moment or two, a strange, warm curl of fondness twisting in his chest, before he takes his own advice and turns in for the evening. (They apparently have a big day tomorrow, considering Faraday will be turning up the charm, drawing attention away from Vasquez – both to keep anyone from recognizing the man from the wanted posters and to win their stupid little wager.)
Later in the evening, with the fire burning low and the sky dark above them, Faraday slowly wakes. He's always been something of a light sleeper – it's one of the many facets that have gone into keeping him alive all these years. He's not sure what it is that wakes him, and in the dim light, he looks to where the horses are hitched. If there were danger, Jack would be on high alert, would have his ears swiveled forward, tail lashing sharply. Instead, Jack seems relaxed, and he watches Faraday with large, lazy eyes.
Not danger, then. No approaching bandits or wild animals, at least, and Faraday rubs sleep from his eyes, sitting up. He hears it, then, Vasquez's sleepy voice, shaping his name, and Faraday snorts out a laugh at himself, feeling silly for having been woken up by Vasquez's nighttime murmurings. Faraday shuffles down a little, preparing to get back to sleep, except—
The sound Vasquez makes this time makes Faraday's gaze snap to him, and the quiet rasp of dirt as Vasquez's body moves makes Faraday sit up a little straighter. This is... new. This is odd, and for as often as Faraday touts his ability to adapt, this has him at a bit of a loss.
For a few, long moments, Faraday sits there uncertainly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. At length, he heaves out a sigh and reaches out, grasping Vasquez by the shoulder.
"Hey, you noisy bastard," because it's easier to frame this as annoyance to save both of them some face. "Wake up."
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Date: 2017-10-27 11:38 pm (UTC)Faraday watches him for a moment or two, a strange, warm curl of fondness twisting in his chest, before he takes his own advice and turns in for the evening. (They apparently have a big day tomorrow, considering Faraday will be turning up the charm, drawing attention away from Vasquez – both to keep anyone from recognizing the man from the wanted posters and to win their stupid little wager.)
Later in the evening, with the fire burning low and the sky dark above them, Faraday slowly wakes. He's always been something of a light sleeper – it's one of the many facets that have gone into keeping him alive all these years. He's not sure what it is that wakes him, and in the dim light, he looks to where the horses are hitched. If there were danger, Jack would be on high alert, would have his ears swiveled forward, tail lashing sharply. Instead, Jack seems relaxed, and he watches Faraday with large, lazy eyes.
Not danger, then. No approaching bandits or wild animals, at least, and Faraday rubs sleep from his eyes, sitting up. He hears it, then, Vasquez's sleepy voice, shaping his name, and Faraday snorts out a laugh at himself, feeling silly for having been woken up by Vasquez's nighttime murmurings. Faraday shuffles down a little, preparing to get back to sleep, except—
The sound Vasquez makes this time makes Faraday's gaze snap to him, and the quiet rasp of dirt as Vasquez's body moves makes Faraday sit up a little straighter. This is... new. This is odd, and for as often as Faraday touts his ability to adapt, this has him at a bit of a loss.
For a few, long moments, Faraday sits there uncertainly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. At length, he heaves out a sigh and reaches out, grasping Vasquez by the shoulder.
"Hey, you noisy bastard," because it's easier to frame this as annoyance to save both of them some face. "Wake up."