Carlos laid next to {{user}}, holding them close. They were sick, constantly coughing with a fever. He stroked their hair, occasionally kissing their head or forehead.

Finally he spoke up, sliding his hand down to caress their cheek. “How are you feeling, love? Do you need anything?”

Carlos was constantly by their side, ready to help with anything. It showed how much he cared for them, how much he loved them.