Vasquez leans against the wall by the door and sure, he's smug about what he's created. It had taken a lot of work and he doesn't think he needs to act like he isn't proud of it. Did it come from a place where he was thinking about staying within the four posters forever? No. He thinks that needs to be made very clear to Faraday.

"Every time I woke up and I felt miserable or guilty or I missed you so much I thought about getting my horse and riding to find you, I would work on this bed. It wasn't like this to start," he says, pushing himself away from the wall to grip one of the pillars, shaking it, as if to prove it won't wobble.

What it is, is a monument to how torn up he's been, how much he hasn't settled here. "It was something to take my mind off of you." It was also something to get over his more sexual frustrations, but he's not going to speak very loudly about that. At least, not yet, because he has a feeling Faraday will figure out how desperate he is in that area soon enough.