[ There's a weird beat of a moment where they both just stare at each other, and Vasquez feels his mind go inexplicably blank. Faraday is in this bed with him, covered in bruises and hickeys, and also incredibly naked.
Vasquez keenly remembers the night before, but that doesn't make this feel any less surreal.
Now that Faraday is awake, Vasquez pulls away properly, sitting up and ruffling a hand through his own messy hair. ]
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Vasquez keenly remembers the night before, but that doesn't make this feel any less surreal.
Now that Faraday is awake, Vasquez pulls away properly, sitting up and ruffling a hand through his own messy hair. ]
Early.
[ He finally glances at the nightstand clock. ]
5:45.