[ He tries to keep the frown off his face, masking it by taking the proffered punch cutter and preparing his cigar. Acknowledging the issue with a "Talk later" is a better assurance than dismissing it offhand with an "I'm fine" could ever be, ironically enough. And as much as Faraday's natural inclination is to push and poke and prod, he knows now isn't the time. ]
Later, then.
[ He returns the cutter to its proper place. For a blink, he hesitates before reaching over and resting his hand over Vasquez's upper arm, squeezing lightly.
Whatever it is, Faraday wants to say, we'll be fine. ]
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Later, then.
[ He returns the cutter to its proper place. For a blink, he hesitates before reaching over and resting his hand over Vasquez's upper arm, squeezing lightly.
Whatever it is, Faraday wants to say, we'll be fine. ]