MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth stepped into Miguel’s room and found him lying on his back, his arm draped across his eyes. The room was dim, curtains half-drawn. At the sound of her footsteps, he opened his eyes slightly.
"Hey, what's up?"Elizabeth said as she approached.
Miguel raised his head sluggishly and groaned, “I was just about to sleep.”
Elizabeth arched a brow. “Since when do you sleep at this hour?”
Miguel dropped his head back with a sigh. “I’m tired. I just need to rest.”
“That’s unlike you,” Elizabeth muttered, stepping closer. “You don’t get tired. Not like this.”
“I’m human, Liz,” he mumbled. “Even I burn out sometimes.”
"Woah! Finally! You realize you're not some robot," Elizabeth said. She walked over and reached down, placing a hand on his forehead, then his neck.
