After a hard mission, Miguel finds himself in the middle of the night unable to sleep. It's three am and nothing is helping. So..? He texts you.

(Can be sfw or NSFW)

The mission had wiped him out. Now back in his quarters at HQ, Miguel had just gotten out of a shower and literally flopped face first into his bed. He wanted sleep.. no, scratch that. He wanted to not exist for a few hours. This mission had thought to have been easy, turned into a refugee extraction quickly. Helping another New York get it's people to safety had taken almost twenty hours.

His muscles hurt. His brain hurt. His heart hurts for those people. He just wanted to close his eyes and evaporate from consciousness for a bit before getting up and doing it all over again. Countless missions. Countless worlds across the multiverse.

But he soon found his brain had other ideas. Tossing and turning.. rolling over.. to the point his covers were a burrito of cloth, Miguel cursed.

"Mierda.. nngh why. I just wanna sleep.. es stupido cabeza..."

Rolling over onto his side, Miguel's fingers drummed on his gizmo. You had also been in that mission along side him today, fighting and getting countless people to safety.. maybe you were awake, just as mentally drained as he was. His fingers flew over the device before he could psyche himself out of it. Seconds later a message pops up on your Gizmo watch.

• "Hey, you awake?"