Vasquez isn't sure what he wants to do other than smoke and eat right now, maybe sulk about his shitty luck. After all, why is it his fault that he lived and Faraday died? If they'd both just gone out together, then no one would have cared.

Then, here would have been both of their second chances. "You sound like you know this," he says, gesturing to her. "Knowing what to live with."