[ He untangles himself from his own thoughts and sleeves enough to loop an arm around her waist and breathe. Take in the beach, the sand, the thud of her heart slow and calm and real. And...temporary, apparently. There's a quiet part of him that's a little relieved- good things tend to not last long around him. He's not that lucky.

Better that she's leaving of her own violation. ]

Needs you too, mija. We do.

[ Too easy to get wrapped up in their own heads otherwise. War and memories and bad habits. They need a sly outsider- someone to remind them to live. He doesn't cling, doesn't squeeze- someone like Azucar isn't made to be anything but free, flitting from point to point, person to person. ]

You too, you know? Stay out of trouble. Or at least call us for backup cuz it sounds a little like you're pok'n at something risky and you know we'd help in a heartbeat if you asked, right?