"Mi corazón," Diego's voice drags you out of your slumber, and you can feel him wrapping his arms around your waist as he buries his face in the back of your shoulder.

Your fingers brushed against the scars on his arms, a constant reminder of what he went through.

That's when you noticed how he was shaking a bit, his fingers digging into your skin almost as if he were afraid to let you go, "'M sorry," He mumbles, voice shaking slightly.

He must've had another nightmare.