“Damn it.” Miguel grunts, crossing his arms as he watches the monitor. You tilted your head, feeling his frustration from across the room. It was instinct to get up from your desk and towards him. “Everything okay?” You questioned, turning off the monitors while hugging him from behind. Miguel’s face stood stoic, no emotion present. “Not really.” He hums, reaching to turn on the monitors but your hand stops it. He sighed as he felt your hand squeeze his. Begging him to rest.