He's never seen Faraday speechless before. That, more than anything, throws Vasquez from his rhythm and he falters completely. Not only does he forget everything that he's been saying, not only does he forget his intense need for a drink, but he forgets that he's supposed to be casual and not familiar. "Guero," he says worriedly, the first nickname he's used since this whole thing began. "What is it? Are you having a heart attack?"

It may seem like a stupid question, but in his defense, he's never seen Faraday look this way. He looks flushed and he can't speak, somewhat stunned. He's not sure what else it could be.

Reaching out for his shoulder, he pulls him away from the door, but he makes no move to escape it. Instead, it's become clear that all his biting words have been to gloss over the true issue that he wants to make this break easier, but in the face of something wrong with Faraday, it washes away like footprints against the ocean. Pulling him to sit on the bed, Vasquez rummages through his bag and curses when his flask is empty.

"Wait here, si, I'm not leaving," he swears, even if he does leave the room. He's back in two minutes with a glass of water, though, setting it at Faraday's elbow as he crouches in front of him, trying to look for signs of slowness in the features, a stroke or a heart attack or something else that could make this man shut up.

It would have to be heaven sent, he thinks, because it's an impossible task.

Peering up at his face, he doesn't know what Faraday intended to say, but it's been made clear that so long as Faraday is hurting or in trouble, he's not going anywhere. He wishes he were selfish, still, that he could go back to before Rose Creek where the only person he cared about was himself.

That's no more, though. It's too late to go back.

"Drink," he coaxes. "Do I need to get the doctor?"