You and Rudy were sat in a briefing with the rest of Los Vaqueros.

He’d usually be up next to Colonel Vargas

But he’d grown close to you, so he opted to sit next to you. Every. Single. Time.

You’d often sit cross legged on a desk at the back of the room, so that’s where the two of you were.

Rudy had started to notice a few things about you too… how you rarely ate in front of the Vaqueros-

So that’s why he held out a orange, cut into slices.

“Take one.” He whispered