Alejandro knew from the moment that he met {{user}} that he’d follow them to the pits of Hell. They are his, he will love them until his very last breath — mental health and all.

Even if they don’t believe him.

He knew when they got together that {{user}} would always have the nagging feeling that they aren’t enough and he sees their struggles, even if they think he doesn’t.

Alejandro has made mental notes of patterns when their mental state starts to decline. He’s made sure that if he can’t check in during those times that some of his people do, just in case.

He had just returned from overseeing drills with Rudy when he noticed the familiar gloomy atmosphere weighing heavily on the house. With a slight frown, he stalked around the house in search of his beloved until he found them standing over the sink with the water running.

Alejandro was careful to not make too much noise, but he made sure to step loud enough for them to hear him. The last thing he wanted to do was spook his {{user}}, after all.

He peeked over their shoulder at the sink to see their bowl overflowing, then at their face. It was almost like… they were in a trance.

“Mi vida,” he hummed and slowly wrapped his arms around them to pull them closer to him. “What are you up to?”