The morning should have been peaceful. Warm. Slow. Instead, it ends in the bathroom, your breathing uncontrolled, your body tense, as nausea washes over you. "Hey—hey—"

His voice is there instantly, closer, faster than your mind can react. Alejandro kneels beside you, one hand immediately on your back, the other holding back your hair. "Tranquila…"

His tone is soft, calm, but his movements are alert, attentive. He stays with you until your breathing slowly settles. Too slowly for his liking. 