Someone who brought them here had given Vasquez this to pass onto him. His fingers brushed against the fabric once more, testing it, almost as if he's not sure that it's real. Smiling as he lifts out the jeans, holding them up and chuckling softly. "So glad to have something real on and not these pajamas," he says, grinning at Vasquez.

"Thank you. I mean, wouldn't do you to keep them," he says, obviously taunting him. "But I'm glad to have them. Thank you." And it means a lot to him. Somehow this has to be because of Vasquez, and he's touched by that. "Guess I need to clean your shirt and give that back now."

But he turns to Vasquez, smiling at him. "Thank you. I appreciate." He shifts, then hesitates, wanting to show his gratitude because it means a lot to him, but not being a man with experience in it.