"Never," Vasquez confirms like it's a wild thing that he's saying, his eyes sparkling with mischief, even though the fire in his eyes isn't playfulness but a desperate energy that's trying its best to burst free. He needs to think of something other than what happens tomorrow, when all is said and done. That's what terrifies him the most.

"You're the most stubborn bastard this side of me," he agrees, which doesn't come without its fair share of fondness, too, that aching clear in the way he wants to reach out and have Faraday touch him in other ways, but he helps to hitch his hips off the ground.

Shoving at his trousers, he wants them gone, too, reaching to thread his fingers through Faraday's hair, like he's ready to get a good grip, already knowing he needs to be easy, otherwise he might get a fistful of actual hair. "Nene, come on," he hisses at him, willing to withstand some teasing, but not that much.