It's not that Vasquez had been testing Faraday outright, but when he hears the agreement, something shifts in him. He thinks it's the awareness of how much he means to Faraday, even if he'll never hear it outright in words, but the fact that he'd be willing to travel to a country where he doesn't understand the language, where he's never known the people, doesn't know how to settle in, that says so much to him.

He wants so fucking badly to head to the bedroom, strip Faraday of every piece of clothing, and start showering him in apologies and kisses, but he knows they still need to talk.

"Maybe once it's warm, north isn't so bad either," he admits, because he thinks they could even head east, if it comes to that. Though, he's not sure what he'd make of the people there. He likes the west, because it allows him to be who he is. Men like Goodnight come from back east, which should say a lot about the place.

"We'll be there together," he says, and nudges his foot against Faraday's again, this time a little firmer. "At least, once the cold lets up. I hate the cold and you bitched too much when the temperature dropped. Besides, I have that nice new bed, don't I?"

It's an invitation, an opening, and if Faraday wants to take it, he can.