Vasquez is feeling pretty good about this. He gets him to the wall and laughs softly, leaning the remainder of the distance so he can do what he's been thinking of ever since Faraday stumbled off a horse, drunk off his ass, and right into his life.

His breath catches as his lips meet Faraday's, stomach swooping with the disbelief that this is happening at all, and he's so fucking happy that he gets this chance, because Faraday's lips are warm and he's here and not dead.