"If you don't fuck me, then I'm just going to keep ranting and complaining," Vasquez warns, because he can feel it. It's a bubble of panic just on the edge of everything he knows and if he lets it consume him, it's not going to go well. If Faraday gets his hands on him, then he'll be able to ignore all the shit, put it behind him, focus on something else.

He exhales and though he'd promised to do this earlier, this definitely isn't what he had in mind when he mentioned begging. "Joshua, please," comes out wearily. "I need to have something good when my life is so shitty."

"Please?" he coaxes, fingers stroking Faraday's neck.