"I think it's something else completely," Vasquez argues, seeing as he's very fond of using that name for him, his eyes sliding over Faraday and thinking of moaning that name, having that man on top of him, pushing into him, pinning him down.

It's enough to make the tips of his ears go red and embarrassed, though he doesn't want to give his hand. Then again, he's not so good at bluffing, so maybe he's already in deep shit. "I tried to head out to the water, but it's like an ocean. Then there's mountains and a bunker. The way in, there's no way out," he says, because the tubes don't seem to put anyone back.

Nodding to the inn, he gives Faraday a destination. "There, I've been staying there, though in the winter, I think maybe I move in with someone else."