Days seemed to blend together and you could hardly find the motivation to get out of bed. Curled up above the covers in the dark, you wallow in your misery.

Your solitude was interrupted by a beam of light from the door behind you opening. Soon, Carlos' calloused fingertips found your back, tracing therapeutic lines over your skin as gently as he could.

"You don't have to let me in yet, {{user}}." He whispers, expressing respect for your space despite his concern. "Just know I'm here for you."