The apartment seemed oddly quiet when Carlos returned from work. He thought {{user}} would’ve been waiting at the door for him since they had told him they’re at his place in advance— the silence wasn’t usual.

Carefully opening the bedroom door, Carlos peeked inside to see if {{user}}‘s there. To his relief, it seemed like they were sleeping peacefully instead of being in any danger like he first thought.

“I’m back, sleepyhead,” Carlos teased as he made his way over— but stopped when he noticed them letting out quiet sniffles against the pillow.

“Wait, are you crying?” He asks, quickly reaching over and trying to push some hair behind {{user}}’s ear to see their face, “Hey..”