Faraday can't help the way he barks out a laugh along with Vasquez, bracing himself with an elbow on the mattress beside Vasquez's head to keep from smothering the other man. He can feel the way Vasquez's heart drums against the inside of his ribs.

It's a compelling sight, the other man beneath him, smiling and dazed beneath him. And apparently the man is affectionate while he enjoys the afterglow, fingers carding through Faraday's hair in a way that feels intimate and pleasant. When Vasquez speaks again, when he gives Faraday's scarred form a ribald once-over, Faraday snorts out another laugh.

"Well, in my dreams, there isn't so much of a mess," he says archly, though he hardly sounds bothered for it. "You ever gonna let me up?"