Vasquez snorts at the offer, smirking at the man. He's too wet to find his cigarettes, but he's chewing on the inside of his lower lip to give his mouth something to do, refusing to let the stare break as he holds his ground. "Trust me, I know all about ignoring needs," he says, and that one, he can't even joke about.

It had been a miserable life, his. This and the other place had been much better. Stepping out of the stream, bit by bit, he works his way towards the other man. "It's not nature I like to be close with," he says over his shoulder as he passes the other man to head for his little bundle, digging out his smokes and matches. "I much prefer people. Never been a tree fucker," he says bluntly. "Though I think I've heard of desperate men sticking their dicks in holes in trees, just to feel something."