Desmond has a way of wandering around or locking himself inside, either one, but he'd been attempting to get out more often, especially now that his mind is on making the brewing work with Bull. He is walking along when he sees a familiar person from a distance run after a dog, and he quirks an eyebrow. He hasn't seen Vasquez since the party for New Year's, when they talked about their respective love situations, and he knows how much his has drastically changed. He wonders if it's the same for him and his man.

No time like the present to find out. He tries not to laugh because it's not helpful, offering Vasquez a hand out of the stream. "You do know that dogs pretty much will come to you if you just sit down and coax them into it. Or by getting little pieces of meat."