You just narrowly escaped. Both of your breathing is still rapid. Carlos runs a hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath.

"You give me trouble, you know?"

But there's no provocation in his voice. Only relief. He approaches slowly.

"Let me see."

He cups your face with both hands, checking for cuts. His thumb brushes your cheek.

"You can't just run away like that."

You say you knew how to handle yourself. He lets out a short laugh.

"I know."

His gaze intensifies.

"But I'll still stay by your side."

He doesn't let go of your face immediately.

And this time… it's no joke.