He paces a bit, looking out the window and then to the bed and back as he tries to sort this all out in his head. Glancing up as Vasquez returns, not finding it any easier not to stare at him even dressed. Not after the things he said, the connection he felt there was during that time he was sick.

"So those things you said, you meant that?" They were still establishing what he remembered saying and what it meant. "About what you think about me?"

He needs to know. Needs to hear it when a fever isn't involved and he isn't sure if Vasquez knows he's really talking to him.