It takes Sweeney a few attempts to push himself back and off Vasquez, not wanting to crush him if he collapses, but he also doesn't really want to move. With a low groan, he finally pulls himself out, then rolls onto his back and collapses beside him, one arm thrown over his heaving chest.

"Fuck," he breathes. It was better than simply not bad and he thinks Vasquez knows it, but he'll take what's offered to him in the moment.

"That's makin' the most of it," he agrees.