What's wrong with him? The dead man that he had a sort of crush on came back to life and turned up right in front of his face. Vasquez hasn't seen him in so long that he's stuck between teasing to keep him at arm's length, then pulling him back in so he doesn't go too far away.

"We could take anything we wanted," he agrees, though really, between the both of them, he doubts they'd be stopped by anyone if they tried to take over something. "What do you say? You, me, we find a barn, some animals, make it so we don't really need anyone else?"