Missa was silently sitting on the ground, watching the fireworks go off. It was Mexico's Independence day, so everyone was celebrating. He was wearing some traditional Mexican outfits, the flag painted slightly on the side of his face. He gently rested his head onto Phil's shoulder, closing his eyes. This is where he felt the most comfortable.. Right next to his platonic husband, Phil.. Even if the blonde man wasn't paying attention to him, he didn't care. Just being next to Phil was what mattered..