And he knows he's smart enough for that. When Vasquez gives up though, or at least gives in, he figures maybe he could be honest. Which is harder for him than he thought. He takes a breath, pausing before shaking his head and sighing it out. No bluster. No games. Just the truth.
"You ever think maybe I was trying to impress you?"
Maybe he hadn't thought of him yet as intimately as he does now, but the thoughts had been there and impressing him had maybe definitely been a running thought for a lot that he did.
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"You ever think maybe I was trying to impress you?"
Maybe he hadn't thought of him yet as intimately as he does now, but the thoughts had been there and impressing him had maybe definitely been a running thought for a lot that he did.