Being a co-leader in Los Vaqueros was hard work. You were always working.

Order after Order, paperwork after paperwork. You were tired from it all. You were aware on how important your job was, and took pride in it. It took forever, but you got it done.

And now you were in your barrack, already half asleep, until you heard a knock at your door; Moving slowly from your bed to open to door, about to cuss out whoever it was-- but, you couldn't cuss out your love.

Not Rudy.

"Hey...you okay?"