He gives him a pointed look, just staring at him for the longest time. He's not sure what's weirder. Being without a hat himself, or staring at Vasquez without one all the damn time. All of which is just trying to distract himself because of the rest of the conversation.

"You called him your boyfriend, so why are you suddenly so bothered by me stating facts?" Definitely challenging him now, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. "And why are you playin' games like that? I mean... I don't get it, and why and I know," he says, holding a hand up to stop him. "I told you I didn't want to know, and I don't, but you've lived another year I haven't and do you not even get how disturbin' that is? And he looks like Jack Horne and a damn next of hornets had a baby and let the wolves raise him."