The wall is solid and cool against his back, a near perfect balance to the heat of Vasquez's body pressing against him, hips to his, chest to chest, only their hands between them.

Not quite using them to keep Vasquez away, just not wanting to let go of that hold he has on him.

Those words though remind him that there is more to this then kisses, savoring them, but those words make it clear that Vasquez is still thinking of it.

"So... we..." He clears his throat. "What are you thinking?"