The instant Faraday starts levering himself out of bed, every teasing word dies on Vasquez's lips and the gun is on the table, he's out of his chair, and he's like a shadow to Faraday, pressed up behind him, barely touching, as he worries that he's going to end up falling. He swallows back that fear when Faraday settles back down and goes back to teasing him, but it's there in his eyes.

It's that shaken, deep worry, the one that he's been wearing on his face while Faraday's been unconscious. It's how he looks when his fingers rest inches from Faraday's, while he'd prayed and prayed to a God he's not sure he believes in.

"What," he manages to find his voice, unearthing it from the pile of fears and worries, "I've changed. Now I just shack up with the nearly departed," he replies, trying to steady his breathing. Faraday is fine. He's not going to collapse, he won't be shot again, but that does beg the worry that if Vasquez lets him wander on his own, he could be. He does have a very bad habit of being extremely stupid when he gets drunk (not that Vasquez can talk).

"If you were me, what would you do?" he asks, while his riotous heart stops beating with panic.