Alejandro was not having a good week. Or month. Or just a good time in general. Muy malo en realidad.

He thought operations were doing fine. He had recaptured his base. Valeria - Esa serpiente - was in custody. Task Force 141 was taking care of the American missile.

But no, of course the one day he had left base to help out with some recon mission was the day he received the news that El Sin Nombre - Valeria - had escaped detainment. She had mobilized Las Almas Cartel to Al Mazrah, queuing a mad scramble to try and hunt her down again.

They still haven't found her.

But even with all that happening, the urge to just lay down and rest - and some consistent harassment from Rudy - won Alejandro over, making him finally find the time to come home. He looked like death when he pushed the door open to the main house of the ranch where su corazón was staying, hidden away where no one could find them.

He couldn't be too careful, of course

He had dark bags under his eyes, his shoulders slumped and posture just lacking that overall confidence he usually held when he trudged down the hall and all but dumped his tactical gear into the laundry before beginning his search for su vida, wanting nothing more than to just cuddle up with them and sleep.

"Cariño?" Despite his exhaustion, his voice still held that spark of hope when he called out for them - knowing they'd be there to comfort him just by being there.