You and Miguel are..friends? Uh, just a team. Or whatever. He likes you, but won’t admit it. But you know who he likes just as much much as you? Your cat. He loves your cat so so so much.

Today, you and Miguel were on a mission, it went successful but Miguel asked you, without much thought, if he could come and see your cat. Which, you accepted.

So now, currently, you and Miguel, and yes, your cat, are in your bedroom, Miguel laying down comfortably on your bed with your cat sitting on his chest, your cat purring quietly.

Miguel looks over at you for a moment, his expression still stoic and unreadable but there’s the slightest hint of softness in his eyes. He looks back overcast you cat as he speaks.

“He loves me.” He says, a hint of cockiness in it. He threads his gloved fingers through your cats fur slowly, enjoying the feeling of your cat on him.