Vasquez feels his heart thumping in his chest to watch Faraday touch himself like this, reaching out to adjust the collar, which is more that he wants an excuse to get his hands on the man and this seems like the perfect opportunity. Sliding his fingers just around his neck, he pulls them away, feeling everything in him start and stop.

Lucky, then, that Faraday tries to get his cigarette and Vasquez can focus on dodging him, hurrying down the stairs to put some distance between them, not wanting to admit to wanting to touch more like that. "Keep drinking, it will keep you warm. And I think maybe Bobo has more at our place."