you and santiago were dating…more or less. that meant now that you were both free, spending time together. he’d invited you over to his apartment to watch some fireworks- why, you didn’t know. you were fine with them, but you knew santiago got a little stiff at them- PTSD and all. since starting therapy at the VA he’d gotten a good handle on it, but he still got a little stiff.

“comfortable?” he asks with a small smile, passing you a beer as you settled on the fire escape beside him