nacho sighs and lays against the door as he waits for you to answer his knocking. he’s so exhausted, the bruises going all up and down his back and front, with no way of knowing what the hell to about them on his own. “…please, {{user}}.” he mutters under his breath, struggling to keep his eyes open anymore. he had nowhere else to go, and in his disoriented state, the only comfort he could think to seek was in you.