[ Vasquez breathes out a light laugh, though it trails off when Faraday actually gets up from the bed.
The announcement takes him by surprise, but he's careful to keep any potential disappointment off of his face – mostly, because he's pretty sure this is meant to be a dismissal. There had been no guarantee that Faraday would let him stay long, as the man had said, and he'd still been considering, so... he must have decided. ]
Si, before he knocks your door down, himself.
[ Vasquez runs a hand back through his hair, scooting towards the foot of the bed to grab his pants. ]
And I'm sure your laundry has already waited long enough.
[ He hums noncommittally, heading to a drawer to pull out fresh clothing – a pair of sweats, an old, ratty t-shirt.
He glances over his shoulder, seeing Vasquez getting himself put together, and he feels an odd, split-second twist in his gut, something cold and bitter. ]
You could—
[ The words leave him without conscious thought, but he stops himself, jaw clenching.
Stupid, he thinks to himself, as he pulls on his pants. ]
[ Vasquez busies himself with getting his things together while Faraday goes to get dressed, only glancing up again when he hears Faraday's voice. He pauses, baffled by Faraday's offer cut short. ]
That's not the kind of thing someone would say when they're trying to kick a person out of their house. That's most definitely offering to let him stick around.
Vasquez tries to hide how pleased he looks, busying himself instead by stepping into his underwear and jeans again. ]
You think Jack would let me walk beside you without trying to bite my ankles?
[ Faraday still doesn't commit to turning around. It's not a no, exactly, but it's not a yes – and gambling man that he is, Faraday finds himself floating in that in-between space a lot more than strictly healthy for him.
He breathes out a laugh, as he's carefully pushing the drawer back into place. ]
You're underestimatin' him if you think bitin' at your ankles is all he'd do.
Not as though I've got many opportunities to bring anyone home, busy as work keeps us.
[ He hardly sounds bitter for it, though; the near constant adrenaline rush from his work with Statesman has been more than enough to keep him satisfied.
As he's putting on his shoes, ]
He can sense when you're nervous, you know. Better off acting like an asshole, like you usually do.
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So nothing new, there.
[ He pushes away, standing and stretching before he announces, ]
I oughta walk Jack.
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The announcement takes him by surprise, but he's careful to keep any potential disappointment off of his face – mostly, because he's pretty sure this is meant to be a dismissal. There had been no guarantee that Faraday would let him stay long, as the man had said, and he'd still been considering, so... he must have decided. ]
Si, before he knocks your door down, himself.
[ Vasquez runs a hand back through his hair, scooting towards the foot of the bed to grab his pants. ]
And I'm sure your laundry has already waited long enough.
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He glances over his shoulder, seeing Vasquez getting himself put together, and he feels an odd, split-second twist in his gut, something cold and bitter. ]
You could—
[ The words leave him without conscious thought, but he stops himself, jaw clenching.
Stupid, he thinks to himself, as he pulls on his pants. ]
Never mind.
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Could what?
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Could come with me.
[ He tugs the shirt on over his head. ]
Or you could just hang out here. Was thinkin' I'd get a pizza after all.
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That's not the kind of thing someone would say when they're trying to kick a person out of their house. That's most definitely offering to let him stick around.
Vasquez tries to hide how pleased he looks, busying himself instead by stepping into his underwear and jeans again. ]
You think Jack would let me walk beside you without trying to bite my ankles?
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He breathes out a laugh, as he's carefully pushing the drawer back into place. ]
You're underestimatin' him if you think bitin' at your ankles is all he'd do.
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[ He snorts out a laugh as he bends over for his shirt. ]
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[ And he turns toward Vasquez, leaning back against the dresser. ]
I know you don't have much of a taste for Jack, after all.
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[ He gives Faraday a flat glance before tugging on his shirt. ]
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[ Which may be a far too diplomatic way of explaining things. ]
Gets jealous when I'm paying attention to anyone but him. That's all.
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[ He scoffs out a laugh, going for his socks and boots. ]
You keep him on your other side, and I'll go with you. Good?
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[ He hardly sounds bitter for it, though; the near constant adrenaline rush from his work with Statesman has been more than enough to keep him satisfied.
As he's putting on his shoes, ]
He can sense when you're nervous, you know. Better off acting like an asshole, like you usually do.
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[ Vasquez steps into his boots, bending down to lace them up. ]
Maybe you should work on him tolerating other people, instead.
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[ He stands, then, stretching his arms over his head. ]
Plus, he doesn't got much of an affinity for anyone but me. Maybe I'm the jealous type, too.
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[ It's humorous, slightly rhetorical.
Vasquez straightens up, nodding towards the door. ]
Lead the way.