[ After a moment of pause, Vasquez realizes: Faraday is sulking. It's almost funny – watching a wolf cling to a sour mood – but Vasquez is also distracted by the wound Faraday is nursing. After the fight with Bogue and all manner of other scuffles, Vasquez is more accustomed to things that don't even manage to break the wolf's skin (other than silver).
Butch bit right into Faraday's leg like it was as tender as a cooked chicken wing.
It makes sense, Vasquez reasons, that Faraday might be affected by his same kind, but that's no more a comfort than any other part of the encounter.
The fire sparks to life, and Vasquez tucks away his tinderbox. He pushes himself up to his feet, going over to drop next to Faraday on his bedroll. ]
So... [ Vasquez removes his hat, dusting is off. ]
no subject
Butch bit right into Faraday's leg like it was as tender as a cooked chicken wing.
It makes sense, Vasquez reasons, that Faraday might be affected by his same kind, but that's no more a comfort than any other part of the encounter.
The fire sparks to life, and Vasquez tucks away his tinderbox. He pushes himself up to his feet, going over to drop next to Faraday on his bedroll. ]
So... [ Vasquez removes his hat, dusting is off. ]
Quite a bastard, no?