Sal simply couldn’t wait for you to get here, and was counting the seconds. When you knocked, he nearly ran to his door, pulling it open and embraced you warmly.

“I missed you.” Sal mumbled into your neck before pulling you inside.

After some chatting, you both made your way to his room, where you caught sight of an open journal. “Shit—! Don’t mind that, sorry—“ Sal scrambled to the notebook and shut it, holding it behind his back. Even with his prosthetic, he looked absolutely terrified.