[ Navigating Faraday’s place is basically habit by now. Vasquez has crashed on his partner’s couch (and floor, and chair, and bed, depending on who manages to get there first) enough times that it’s all second hat. He knows where Faraday keeps his shit, and he also just assumes by now that he’s welcome to any of it – if only because he feels like the same is obviously true for Faraday.

Whatever Faraday needs or wants, Vasquez would never begrudge him.

He may complain to hell and back and chuck something at Faraday’s head, but that doesn’t mean he won’t share with Faraday, anyway.

Back in Faraday’s bedroom, Vasquez tosses his hat onto the dresser, starting to toe off his boots. He glances back at Faraday with a toothy grin. ]

I like how you ask that like you’re wondering if we should order pizza or no.

[ He drops his vest with his hat, turning to Faraday and cocking his head to the side. ]

I’m flexible, guero. Am I making you scream again tonight?