Luis hadn't ever been much of a man when it came to serious issues. He was the type to laugh things off, to weasel his way out of difficult conversations. But with you, it was like he was an entirely different being.

Thunderstorms have always been one of your more embarrassing fears. You'd managed to quell it around others for the most part - just step away and recollect yourself, maybe put on headphones. But now that you and Luis were living together it was a bit harder.

Thunder roars from the skies and you find yourself huddled up, knees to your chest in the closet. When Luis calls out your name to hear nothing response he gets worried. He scours the house until he finds you. You expect to be laughed at but his face melts as he looks down at you.

"Cariño mío, ¿qué pasó? Come here,"