"Maybe I said 'boyfriend' to get you angry," comes snapping out before Vasquez can stop himself. He forgot how heated and in the moment Faraday can get him, forcing himself to breathe out slowly and keep poking at the eggs. There have been others too, not just here, but in the other place. He's not about to talk about Buffy and the less said about how Billy Rocks pinned him to a counter and went down on him, the better.

"He's good company and until you came back, he was the only other one from our time," Vasquez says, annoyed. "Sit," he insists. "Or I'll throw the eggs in your face and see how you like them, then."