He's going to make Vasquez spell it all out for him, isn't he? He takes a few last inhalations of his cigarette, flicking it away when he's through, approaching Faraday and tilting his head to the side as he looks him over.

Vasquez has a very good feeling about this, but he needs to hear it. "You're not alone," he points out, because he's not. "You have me and Bobo," he says, which is just the people under their roof. "We're going to homestead and farm together." His heart is pounding, but he feels so fucking good about what he asks next.

"Whose bed do you want me in?" he asks bluntly.