He nods then, not sure what else to say then, but he does nod, agreeing with that. Taking a breath, and then shifting, moving closer to Vasquez.
"You're right," he finally manages. "It's something, and it's what we've got."
Which isn't saying enough, and even he knows that, but he's not sure of the words he's looking for. He smiles a bit.
"Yellow's a better color on you than it is on me," he finally adds, wincing a bit because it's not what he wants to say, about how he likes Vasquez in his shirt, just like he'd liked that image of him naked too. It's something he's not going to forget soon.
"So... I mean, it's not like what you want is just someone in your bed then. You've got that." Which is a wrong choice of things to remind him of, but he's thinking about this, trying to find words for the things he's thinking.
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"You're right," he finally manages. "It's something, and it's what we've got."
Which isn't saying enough, and even he knows that, but he's not sure of the words he's looking for. He smiles a bit.
"Yellow's a better color on you than it is on me," he finally adds, wincing a bit because it's not what he wants to say, about how he likes Vasquez in his shirt, just like he'd liked that image of him naked too. It's something he's not going to forget soon.
"So... I mean, it's not like what you want is just someone in your bed then. You've got that." Which is a wrong choice of things to remind him of, but he's thinking about this, trying to find words for the things he's thinking.