[ It's— nice, seeing Faraday in such a good mood, seeing those easy laughs and smiles. It's contagious, even if Vasquez is sure it's just the whiskey getting to him or maybe the relief of being out of that damned room.
Whatever has done it, he finds he's glad to be around to enjoy it.
The sun dips lower, the light fading faster, and Vasquez can practically feel the shift in the air as the first wave hits Faraday. He doesn't try to step back, doesn't try to put distance between them, and he just braces Faraday's elbow, gives him something to hold onto for now.
Vasquez curses low under his breath, his eyes flickering to the horizon and back to Faraday. ]
Estoy aquí.
[ For all the good it does him, at least he wants Faraday to remember he's not alone, to maybe focus on that – just enough – while he weathers the change. ]
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Whatever has done it, he finds he's glad to be around to enjoy it.
The sun dips lower, the light fading faster, and Vasquez can practically feel the shift in the air as the first wave hits Faraday. He doesn't try to step back, doesn't try to put distance between them, and he just braces Faraday's elbow, gives him something to hold onto for now.
Vasquez curses low under his breath, his eyes flickering to the horizon and back to Faraday. ]
Estoy aquí.
[ For all the good it does him, at least he wants Faraday to remember he's not alone, to maybe focus on that – just enough – while he weathers the change. ]