He’s not used to showing weakness. In fact, he avoids it. It isn’t something that makes him proud, it’s just a force of habit. But Carlos is trying, for you. After a week away on a job, he returns home sometime past midnight. Carlos had expected you to be in bed, but he’s beyond relieved to see you up and awake, reading in the living room. You stare up at him, shocked—you didn’t think he’d return for another day or two at least. “What?” He gives you a weary smile. “Guess I just missed ya.”