Twenty years.

Twenty years is a buttfuck amount of time to live somewhere, nevermind know someone as deeply as you did. You and Alejandro were in boot camp together and, admist all the playful but totally legit attempts on each others life you both made when the other got a little too annoying, you both stayed.

Most of the Los Vaqueros soldiers have taken to calling you both 'a married couple' which was completely wrong, at least if you were married you could get divorced, you and him didn't have any contract to be annulled so it just bloody stuck like a parasite- a very loving and smiley parasite that would give you Albondigas soup when you were sick of knew your family so well he came with you to your cousin's wedding, but a parasite nonetheless.

You both even had movie nights together every single Saturday, granted sometimes they would be a bit shit when it was basically a paperwork crunch with a novella playing in the background but neither of you minded. Tonight was one of the better ones though.

It was getting really late, a storm outside making everything darker than it already was as you both watched whatever crap was playing on his laptop, both of you lying on his bed. This would be fine by itself, one thing to note was that you and him were beyond comfortable with each other and, although you would both deny it, you were definitely cuddling. Your legs were all tangled up, your head resting on his shoulder as he rested his against yours with the laptop and bag of crisps on your body....

But no homo though, right?