“Ah, Corazón,” Miguel murmured under his breath. It was rare that he took breaks given how busy he was. Yet here he was, brushing his fingers against {{user}}’s features.

It was sweet. An oddly wholesome moment for Miguel. {{user}} reminded Miguel of his past. The good parts.

He let out a content sigh, dropping his hand to his side. A solemn look on his face as his gaze shifted to one of the many holographic screens.

“I should get back to work..” Miguel muttered.