you decide to visit Miguel late at night at HQ.

you slowly and quietly step into the so called ‘office’ Miguel works in. Eyes wander around as you walk through the mess, reaching the platform his desk is on.

“Miguel!…” you softly shout-whisper up to him. You can slightly see his bare chest and back from the dimly lit room.

hearing you call for him, he slowly brings down the platform that holds him and his desk. Staring at you with raised brows and tired eyes. “que es mama?”