[ Faraday cracks open an eye, just in time to see Vasquez gesture to the bed.
He maintains his expression – not difficult to do, considering he's currently giving off an air of sleepiness – but he's probably quiet for a blink too long.
Faraday's not entirely sure what to do with that invitation.
So once again: he doesn't do anything.
Instead, he finishes off the rest of his coffee – probably counterproductive for anyone else, but like most folks in Statesman's employ, he's built up one hell of a tolerance to caffeine. He sets the empty mug and his glasses aside on the coffee table and reaches for the blanket wadded up on one side of the couch. ]
[ Vasquez stays where he is, still sipping on his coffee as he waits for Faraday to respond. He's— not sure what the hitch of hesitation means; when Faraday doesn't really react – negatively or otherwise – Vasquez finds he's willing not to press it.
He doesn't get up, however; he's settled on the couch, where he'd rather be if he has to keep an absent watch on the tracker.
(Obviously, he doesn't expect the crate to be moved in the next few hours, but just in case.)
He nods, uncrossing and recrossing his feet on the coffee table. ]
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[ By which he means Faraday stirred at the tiniest sign of movement. ]
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You snore like you're sawin' wood. The sudden silence of it would wake anyone up.
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Like I say – you can go back to sleep. I won't be snoring anymore.
[ Since he's awake now.
He doesn't even think about the fact that he's offering the bed up to Faraday, like it's nothing. ]
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He maintains his expression – not difficult to do, considering he's currently giving off an air of sleepiness – but he's probably quiet for a blink too long.
Faraday's not entirely sure what to do with that invitation.
So once again: he doesn't do anything.
Instead, he finishes off the rest of his coffee – probably counterproductive for anyone else, but like most folks in Statesman's employ, he's built up one hell of a tolerance to caffeine. He sets the empty mug and his glasses aside on the coffee table and reaches for the blanket wadded up on one side of the couch. ]
Wake me if anything changes?
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He doesn't get up, however; he's settled on the couch, where he'd rather be if he has to keep an absent watch on the tracker.
(Obviously, he doesn't expect the crate to be moved in the next few hours, but just in case.)
He nods, uncrossing and recrossing his feet on the coffee table. ]
Get some rest, sí?