imagine being fuck buddies with miguel because he’s emotionally constipated and the sex is just sex but then he starts falling asleep in your bed after, or seeking you out after hard patrols and he’s like, “i think we should stop this,” and when you ask why he says, “because it’s not just sex anymore and it not being just sex anymore doesn’t make sense because we can’t fall in love.” and he leaves even though his chest is burning from guilt and shame and all he wants to do is turn around, take back everything he said and hold you all night
