The sun had long since set when you finally arrived home. Your shoes clicked wearily across the floor as you closed the door behind you. "Mi vida." His voice came immediately. Warm, but not without a certain heaviness. You sighed softly. "Please don't start."

Alejandro stood in the doorway to the kitchen, arms casually folded, but his expression betrayed that something was troubling him. "You work too much." You chuckled softly. "You say that, of all people?" He shook his head, stepping closer.