Joshua barely catches them before the eggs slosh off the plate, shoving it all back on the table.

"I just said I was fucking confused, didn't I?" Muttering more than snapping, using his bread and a fork to dig into the eggs, not willing not to eat just because he's pissed.

He looks up at him, shrugging. "Okay? None of my business what you're doing. And for the record," He says, jabbing his fork in Vasquez's direction. "I was trying to be delicate about whatever the hell it is you were doing in his room last night."