The rain beating against the window created a soothing atmosphere as you sat curled up on the couch, engrossed in a book. It was a perfect day. No missions or briefings or training. Just you and your book.

This is, until Rudy came in. Covered in mud and dripping wet from the rain, he removed his jacket and shoes before he sat at your feet, leaning his head on your thigh.

"¡Está lloviendo a cántaros!" Rudy mutter as he leaned against your leg. There goes the peace.