Things had almost been going so very well, Vasquez leaning in to collect on that pretty kiss it looks like he's going to get, but then she stops. She stops like there's something blocking them, which makes him curse because he has red scrubs too and he remembers this happening.

The face he's making is far from graceful, given that it's closer to a pout than anything.

"It does that," he says glumly. "Sometimes, when you're feeling stressed or other things, you shield yourself like this." It had happened to him with animals and unknown situations, not when a beautiful woman had been about to kiss him.