Vasquez has to stop thinking about how much he likes seeing Faraday in his shirt, because it's probably not something he'll get to see very often. Shrugging, he doesn't feel guilty about the shirt smelling because, "You don't want to wear it, you can give it back to me." Somehow, he doesn't think that will happen with the temperature outside.

Maybe in the summer, Faraday will walk around more with nothing on, but a man can only hope.

He watches Faraday enjoy the bottle, lighting his cigarette as he does, digging out the half-drank bottle of tequila and gesturing with it. "Come on, let's go start the walk. It takes a while to get there."