[ His breathing is rough, but slowly, it starts to even out as he gets his bearings.
When Vasquez touches him, Faraday lifts his head, looking at him a little blearily. At his question, Faraday lets out a low rumble.
Seems so.
It's awkward, it's slow, but he tries to maneuver himself upright. His shoulder and hind leg throb in time with his heartbeat, even with the whiskey dulling the sharpness, and he tries to put as little weight on them as possible – which means mostly balancing on two legs.
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When Vasquez touches him, Faraday lifts his head, looking at him a little blearily. At his question, Faraday lets out a low rumble.
Seems so.
It's awkward, it's slow, but he tries to maneuver himself upright. His shoulder and hind leg throb in time with his heartbeat, even with the whiskey dulling the sharpness, and he tries to put as little weight on them as possible – which means mostly balancing on two legs.
It's not ideal. ]