His face screws up, staring at Vasquez. Lifting one hand, about to start speaking and then he just turns. Hands going to his hips as his head bows, trying to find words. Turning back suddenly, stepping in close and knowing he's risking taking a punch and this could just go further downhill than it already is heading.
He's called Vasquez a liar, and he knows he has but hasn't meant to but he does mean it because he feels mocked and he hates that feeling of being treated like he's too stupid too see the truth. Sure he's not book learned like some they know, but he's not stupid.
"How? Tell me how the hell that's possible. I know it ain't been a year since I had to listen to that accent, so tell me how that even happens!"
Because he needs answers, and his eyes narrow, staring into Vasquez's eyes. It isn't a challenge that shows in the pain in his eyes. Pleading instead for an answer. Needing one and suspecting he's not going to get it, but begging Vasquez to give him an answer. Any answer.
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He's called Vasquez a liar, and he knows he has but hasn't meant to but he does mean it because he feels mocked and he hates that feeling of being treated like he's too stupid too see the truth. Sure he's not book learned like some they know, but he's not stupid.
"How? Tell me how the hell that's possible. I know it ain't been a year since I had to listen to that accent, so tell me how that even happens!"
Because he needs answers, and his eyes narrow, staring into Vasquez's eyes. It isn't a challenge that shows in the pain in his eyes. Pleading instead for an answer. Needing one and suspecting he's not going to get it, but begging Vasquez to give him an answer. Any answer.