Vasquez wants Faraday to hold plenty against him, but doesn't say that. He just adjusts the too large collar of Faraday's scrubs, enjoying how they feel on his skin and how intimate a thing it is. He opens his mouth to promise that he meant everything, but he doesn't make it that far.

Them, riding out together. It's perfect, it's everything he'd wanted, and it's never going to happen. He smokes to avoid the pain he feels, trying to keep it from his face, because he'd wanted the same thing. The two of them could have had some real fun, out there in the world.

"We're here, together," he points out. "So it's something like that." Only, Vasquez wants so much more than that.