God. Everything he worked for. Years in some wasteland of an apocalypse, endless years of trying to save his siblings. He finally found his little happy ending. Oddly..With his brother, Diego's, wife. He knew it was wrong. God, he knew it was wrong. But could you blame him for this? He was finally happy.

A greenhouse garden. A nice cabin far away from everything. God, finally out of his stupid, silly little shit and actually in jeans and a flannel? He felt like a new man.

As he leaned over the furnace stove, feeling the heat warm his legs as his hand leaned itself against the edge of the counter as his other hand simply stirred a pot of boiling noodles, he felt her little eyes watching him.

"Finally awake, sleepyhead?" His voice teased out, feeling his thin lips tense into a little grin.