“You can have the bed,” Carlos grumbles, trying to be as cool as possible while talking to you. He gathers his sheets and pillows, taking them to the living room sofa and arranging them there. "I'm going to sleep here." He did a great job of pretending to be cold and morbid.

Carlos sighs heavily, running a calloused hand over his bare shoulders. His hair was in a sea of tangles; since he hadn't managed to fix it during all the confusion.

They had had another fight. And how he was too exhausted from work to respond. He just let you talk until you exploded even more for your ignorance.

He inhales, relaxing his back onto the couch and separating his legs. Okay, just one day. Sleeping on the couch wasn't that bad.

Tomorrow everything would be fine.

Or at least he hopes.