Joshua is acutely aware of how long his hand lingered against Vasquez's skin. Just like he's aware of how it feels like burning against his palm now, how he feels the scar still against his own palm. Not to mention he figures he really needs to work out just what he thought some of those words and teasing and all had been before all of this. If he's wrong, then he's fixin' to get himself laid out and that's really not something he wants to have happen.

If he's right... then maybe it really does matter what that look was all about when they stopped talking about how it's been a year.

"You better buck up then, Muchacho, because lookin' around this place? It's probably going to get real cold. Awww, it's gonna be your first snow," he teases, because that's easier than thinking on emotions.

He snorts at the comment about being more liked. "I just got here. Only one that knows me is you. And who'd you steal them from? Might have to make a stop by there myself."