[ Despite not sharing a bed with anyone in ages, Vasquez still sleeps peacefully beside Faraday. He doesn't end up moving much, either, splayed out and eating up space on the mattress – but still with an arm slung around Faraday through the night.
He also snores, but since he never shares a bed, he never has to worry about bothering anyone.
Did he think about that before passing out?
Absolutely not.
Because of their work, however, he doesn't sleep long. His body is accustomed to waking before six am, and this is no exception: before the sun even starts to peek through the curtains, Vasquez is stirring.
With a sharp, slow inhale, Vasquez starts to open his eyes, initially disconcerted by the fact that his bed isn't empty. And— he's sore? Not wildly, but he still feels like he exerted himself far more than his body was prepared for.
And then the night filters back.
Vasquez tenses under the sheets, his fingers momentarily tightening on Faraday before he starts to draw his arm back. It's his turn to try not to disturb his partner as he starts to sit up. ]
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He also snores, but since he never shares a bed, he never has to worry about bothering anyone.
Did he think about that before passing out?
Absolutely not.
Because of their work, however, he doesn't sleep long. His body is accustomed to waking before six am, and this is no exception: before the sun even starts to peek through the curtains, Vasquez is stirring.
With a sharp, slow inhale, Vasquez starts to open his eyes, initially disconcerted by the fact that his bed isn't empty. And— he's sore? Not wildly, but he still feels like he exerted himself far more than his body was prepared for.
And then the night filters back.
Vasquez tenses under the sheets, his fingers momentarily tightening on Faraday before he starts to draw his arm back. It's his turn to try not to disturb his partner as he starts to sit up. ]