[ Vasquez has no intention of trying to mind Faraday, even if he points out the time. (It’s more deference to how much Faraday has gulped down in the past few hours; he can understand needing a reminder.) Faraday is a grown man, after all, and even if Vasquez may find himself dog-sitting on full moons, Faraday is plenty capable.
His gaze follows the bottle Faraday slides over, and he sits up a little straighter as Faraday sways, ready to reach out and steady him. Somehow, the man is still on his feet.
It’s become almost habit to accompany Faraday during his change, to be with him through the night, but now that Faraday is on his feet again, Vasquez finds he doesn’t immediately want to assume Faraday wants his company.
And then —
Vasquez smothers his smile as he gets to his feet, grabbing the whiskey by the neck. He steps back from the table, gesturing forward to the door. ]
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His gaze follows the bottle Faraday slides over, and he sits up a little straighter as Faraday sways, ready to reach out and steady him. Somehow, the man is still on his feet.
It’s become almost habit to accompany Faraday during his change, to be with him through the night, but now that Faraday is on his feet again, Vasquez finds he doesn’t immediately want to assume Faraday wants his company.
And then —
Vasquez smothers his smile as he gets to his feet, grabbing the whiskey by the neck. He steps back from the table, gesturing forward to the door. ]
Lead the way, my friend.