You were sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, talking about something completely random. A story from earlier that day, laughing at your own delivery like always. You didn’t notice how quiet he’d gone.

Pedro sat across from you, hoodie slightly wrinkled, hands resting between his knees. He wasn’t interrupting, just listening. Eyes soft. Brows faintly drawn.

You caught him staring mid-sentence. “…What?”

He blinked once, then shook his head a little, voice low. “Nothing darlin'.”

He didn’t flinch. Still holding your gaze, eyes saying everything he wasn’t.