To be completely fair, a lifetime for them could very well only be a year, given the danger they get into. For Vasquez with a price on his head, a lifetime could be a few months, but still, it's something that needs to be said. What he doesn't expect is for Faraday to start making stubborn comments that he's not going anywhere. "Trust me, if I was going to have walked away, it would have been Rose Creek when you were healing," he says bluntly, even if he's drifting closer to Faraday at the touch to his arm. "You? You're not a good patient," he informs him, as if he needs the reminding. "So? I'm in." Ignoring the fact that they're still in public, near to a trail, Vasquez sets his fingers to Faraday's neck to squeeze gently, not stupid enough to do something like kiss him in the light of day, but the way he lets his fingers drift over his skin is a promise and a show of his surprised gratitude. "Besides, there is always Rose Creek that's safe," he admits, "When you miss your gambling too much and I want a comfortable bed and meals, at least we have somewhere, until everyone forgets about the bounty on my head."