Vasquez takes his fair share of a look, even though he finds himself feeling guilty and forced to look away, not because he feels improper, but because he's expecting to see scars and wounds there that don't exist. This isn't the same Faraday, thank god, but he's not going to see him without expecting that anytime soon.

His breath is still shaky, all that skin on display and his mind thinking about all the ways he could touch the other man circling through his head. "Fine, you get to have that bottle of whiskey, but no complaining when it's gone."

As if Faraday could ever stop complaining, which is a ridiculous idea. "Are you going to start here or are we going to our house?"