When he did not speak, and just stares at me, I add, “Can we talk? I hope I am not interrupting something?”
And then his emotion of surprise is replaced with relief. Why is it so easy to read him today? Is this the result of being apart from each other?
To my surprise, he drops to the ground and kneels before me.
“Luis?”
Then he covers his face, and there is trembling in his shoulders. I sit before him to check. True enough, he is crying. I blink in confusion. This is the first time I’ve seen a huge man cry like this. His shoulders are quivering, but no sounds are coming out of him.
Seeing my mate like this, I feel the need to hug him, but I stop myself, instead, I smile. I lean my arms on my knees and peer at his shuddering form. Acting like this, it’s obvious that we are only two ye
