Vasquez tips his head to the side, a dubious look on his face, because no, he doesn't think he is. "Don't think I'm stupid," is all he says. He's not about to come out and blurt that he thinks the two were fucking, even though he's fairly sure they had been, but even without that, you'd have to be blind not to see the friendship and the tight bond between them.

"You had something I'll never have," he says, with a shrug. "It's not a bad thing, to trust someone this much, have them in your life. Not for others, maybe. And, I'm just saying," he adds, as he smokes, "that maybe Goodnight won't be so happy with your wish."