Vasquez wishes that maybe he had something to drink or a reason that he could cite for why he stares at Faraday so long, why he lets that pain show on his face, but he has nothing. All that he has is the grief of losing something on the cusp of it becoming something.

He'd wanted it to become something so badly, he can barely put it to words. He doesn't know if he should elaborate, if he should say something else, but he'll leave it to Faraday to choose. "Tell me, if you want to know how it all ended. I know," is all he says, simply.

Moving to clap a hand on Faraday's other shoulder, he holds onto him. "I can show you where I've been staying." Though, maybe now with Faraday here, the inn isn't where they'll stay, because maybe privacy will be a better option.