[ In that moment, all Vasquez can think about is holding Faraday. He needs to pull away, needs to give Faraday space, but Faraday starts running his fingers through his hair, and Vasquez just melts. He feels preserved in this weird bubble, like the moment can only exist so long as they don’t pop the tenuous walls surrounding them.
Finally, after what feels like seconds and ages, Vasquez starts to shift over Faraday, pulling out of him so Vasquez can roll onto his side. (Vasquez chooses not to acknowledge his own involuntary little sound of disappointment as soon as they separate.)
He flops onto his back, looking dazedly up at the ceiling. His lips part in a crooked grin, and then, ]
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Finally, after what feels like seconds and ages, Vasquez starts to shift over Faraday, pulling out of him so Vasquez can roll onto his side. (Vasquez chooses not to acknowledge his own involuntary little sound of disappointment as soon as they separate.)
He flops onto his back, looking dazedly up at the ceiling. His lips part in a crooked grin, and then, ]
You still alive, guero?