They do, but Bobo is warmer than most of those blankets and has a dick that the blankets can't provide. He knows this isn't what Faraday wants to hear and Vasquez still has a shred of hope that maybe there could be something.

Which is why he doesn't say anything. Instead, he just chews on his bread, slops eggs into his mouth, and gives Faraday a curious look. "What, like Goodnight and Billy?" He's guessing, but he doesn't think it's a very long leap.

"Sometimes, the road is lonely," he says with a shrug. "There weren't always women, so sometimes, there were men."