[ It doesn’t take Vasquez long to dig out his stuff from wherever he and Emma stashed it once he stopped sleeping in the common room. Most of his things have been undisturbed, never ever unpacked as she lent him clothes from Matthew’s closet and kept him fed on a regular basis.
When Emma returns, he helps her gather her own things, and he’s surprised at how little advice he has to give her. Clearly she has been thinking about this, and her diligence and preparedness eases some of the worry that’s been building in his chest.
She asks him to get the door, and for a second he just gives her the weirdest look, like he’s wondering if she forgot about the bounty hunters that are currently in town, but he goes anyway. First he slides up to the window to peer out through the slit in the curtains, one hand on his gun, just in case, but the tension goes out of him when he spots the familiar visage of Teddy Q.
Well, this is gonna give the kid a heart attack.
Vasquez swings the door open, and remarks midly, ]
Hola, Teddy. How’s Jack doing?
[ And the poor guy nearly loses his grip on the bundles of supplies in his arms out of shock. He sputters for a moment, gets as far as “Mister Va—” before Vasquez shushes him and guides him inside. ]
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When Emma returns, he helps her gather her own things, and he’s surprised at how little advice he has to give her. Clearly she has been thinking about this, and her diligence and preparedness eases some of the worry that’s been building in his chest.
She asks him to get the door, and for a second he just gives her the weirdest look, like he’s wondering if she forgot about the bounty hunters that are currently in town, but he goes anyway. First he slides up to the window to peer out through the slit in the curtains, one hand on his gun, just in case, but the tension goes out of him when he spots the familiar visage of Teddy Q.
Well, this is gonna give the kid a heart attack.
Vasquez swings the door open, and remarks midly, ]
Hola, Teddy. How’s Jack doing?
[ And the poor guy nearly loses his grip on the bundles of supplies in his arms out of shock. He sputters for a moment, gets as far as “Mister Va—” before Vasquez shushes him and guides him inside. ]