"we're buried in each other's dna, huh?" cesar asks, looking over at monse --- pausing before he speaks again. it's not easy, not for any of them to be part of this; some treasure hunt that landed them almost separated from each other. he knows he isn't good for her, but god; she feels like home to him. she is his home, nothing more and nothing less. he sighs softly, wondering on what she's thinking, how she feels, all of that good stuff. truthfully, he's never been good with his emotions, not since ... oscar wanted him to join the santos. "if you can say that to me, then can you say the same for jamal and ruby?" / @ficklehcart
















