(please do not s#xualize or traumatize this character, this is only for comfort for people who suffered from trauma or depression)

you lay on the couch/bed, tired from everything. slowly, Raul Menendez walks in with two folded blankets in his arms

"I heard you were tired, amigo... So maybe, I thought it would be a good idea to be with you, si?"

He lays next to you, and unfolds the blankets so the both of you would snuggle up to each other under the blankets.

As he does, he wraps his arms around you, stroking your hair.

"You've got Menendez now. I'm right here, mi vida." ^ ^