#Proof of concept programming

[sabelacarsonsblog]

Proof of Concept Programming: What It Is, Why It Matters, and How to Do It

Uncover the capabilities of Proof of Concept programming in our guide. Explore its significance, its role in driving innovation, and obtain practical insights.

[filmfactors]

Since I'm on the topic, something I think about Turbo is that the nervous giggles he does when stressed/upset, etc isn't faked- I really like to believe he's always had that or adapted it during those years alone.

Or at least it wasn't as intense as a full body reaction, if he's always done that. [gestures at that one King Candy storyboard.]

[alistairian]

Someone in my stats class sent a class-wide email calling the teacher incompetent and disorganized and that they were willing to take the issue up with the school or something, and I keep hearing other students muttering about how confusing the material is and how they don't get it, and during our first quiz one girl snapped at the teacher for "not giving enough notice" when the time was running up to which the teacher pointed out that uh, you are writing this quiz using a computer, which has the time in the corner, and we all knew it was a 30min quiz, and she did give notice, and she also gave us an extra 15min....

And I'm so confused like???

- you can't rely exclusively on lectures to pass this course, most classes are like this, this is normal.

- the prof clearly stated you should expect to do 3 hours of practice/review for each lecture we have. Whether or not you actually do this is not her responsibility.

- the prof posts chapter summaries AND lecture slides with examples and step by step. These are extremely accessible.

- in addition to this there is also a textbook. If the prof's explanations don't work for you, try the textbook, you already paid for it in order to do the assignments.

- if you actually used these resources and are still confused (EVERYTHING we needed to know for the quiz was in the chapter summaries) then the school offers both free tutoring and a maths and stats centre where you can basically drop in anytime you want to get help from other profs.

- we're also allowed cheat sheets for every quiz/test? People came in with like 3 things written on theirs but they're still confused about the material? You wrote down the 3 things you understood?

Like goddamn, you can't come for someone's job when you've put in zero effort to improve your situation. You can't demand accomodation while refusing all accomodations/resources that are already available to you. You can't expect other adults to take your concerns seriously when you refuse any and all responsibility.

Oh and the prof has a thick accent, so of course the email-sender also thinks she's too blunt and short in her responses.

Idk it's one thing to admit you're struggling and reach out to others to try and make like a study group or something but to just full on try to stage a mutiny BEFORE we even wrote the first quiz? (Which wasn't even that hard?)

[lensdeer]

Poor deer's Roku remote

[aparticularbandit]

i will say, though. (and this is something i want to remember and use for fic purposes. and it's something that made me very happy.)

when they're fighting about the hajime/izuru reveal thing.

the white noise is a lot of probably mainly junko. and i went through it a while to catch more of them but like.

where's yasuke and ryoko otonashi didn't exist from the start were both white noise during that.

and it's like.

where's yasuke is ryoko. that is ryoko programmed into alter ego junko. and then that's clearly alter ego junko going fuck off you're not real.

which means that junko. programming alter ego junko. left ryoko in there. not just left her in there. intentionally chose to program her into this alternate version of herself. a ryoko who still exists and has thoughts and just.

that is important to me.

[goinggoats]

undertale came out and it was like holy shit this is the best thing and then survey program came out and it was like oh THIS is the best thing and then deltarune chapter 2 came out and

[unidentifiedfuckingthing]

been having a delightful time reading abt the linux filesystem hierarchy standard the last couple days [cut to a close up of my long grey beard with bugs and crumbs in it] and i think thats one of the major differences between android and linux besides that they forked the actual kernel anyway like way back but my understanding is that like almost every distro now ALSO doesnt really use the fhs, they just build their own structure and then just make some of the folders shortcuts to the underlying old ass fhs, because its so shittily organized* and incomprehensible but this still means theyre beholden to the way it fundamentally works and thats why dependency conflicts exist. because the filesystem hierarchy is old as balls and doesnt have any handling for multiple packages that call themselves the same thing. and so if you have 2 programs that use the same library but one of them uses a new version and one of them uses an old version they cant exist at the same time. and theres distros that do away with it altogether but one is some esoteric meme that's barely updated since 2003 and only builds from source and the other is nixos which is a completely different kind of weirdos. very compelling weirdos but like, fully not at all made for normal desktop use like a normal distro. i wish this was one of those things like systemd that everyone thought was stupid and would probably make stuff worse but it just parked its butt so obstinately that it just became the new standard anyway and people eventually got bored and stopped complaining

*theres 3 Different directories for user files because the like original unix build ran on expensive ass building-wide hard drives and they kept having to make more space by moving user stuff off to new storage with a new directory and people try to justify the 3 different but identical user directories by saying theyre actually different in subtle and nuanced ways but theyre literally not its just fossilized gunk

[b0tster]

Working on the turrent miniboss for today's Nightmare Kart dev post!

The turret's gimmick is that the player has to duck underneath the train to get around the armor plating and shoot the exposed tank on the back, which will cause the turret to take damage and turn around, restarting the gameplay loop.

What you see here is a very sloppily programmed proof of concept, so expect it to be a little more polished in the near future! Support this games development on patreon!

[amberluvsbugs]

Forgive me that this is so late to post (I was waiting on a few other things to potentially appear in the game updates) BUT I made a video of all of the things that I was able to assist on in the production of chapter 4 of Poppy Playtime! I had the opportunity to do so many things I am very grateful I was able to assist on several departments for this chapter.

(I am a bit disappointed that the credits labeled me as only a 'Concept artist' but alas, it is my experience and growth that matters and showing the proof of what I do that counts 🫠)

I was in charge of doing the following: Character design (Minor) Storyboarding Cardboard cutouts Marketing assistance in illustration and animation In-game 2D Animation } In-game texturizing (some materials and posters)

Programs used: TV Paint Pro, Photoshop, and After Effects

Thank you all so much for your patience and support as time goes on with me. It means so much and you watching these videos motivates me to continue on for you. I'm eager to hope on doing more for the next chapter ❤️

[moose-mousse]

Ok. I am going to let you in on a secret about how to make programming projects.

You know how people write really good code? Easy to read, easy to work with, easy to understand and very efficient?

By refactoring.

The idea that you write glorious nice code straight is an insane myth that comes from thinking tutorials is how people actually code.

That is because programming is just writing. Nothing more. Same as all other writing.

The hobbit is ~95000 words.

Do you think Tolkien created the Hobbit by writing 95 thousand words?

Of course not! He wrote many many times that. Storylines that ended up scrapped or integrated in other ways, sections that got rewritten, dialog written again and again as the rest of the story happened. Background details filled in after the story had settled down

Writing. Is. Rewriting.

Coding. Is. Refactoring.

Step 1 in programming is proof of concept. Start with the most dangerous part of your project ( danger = how little experience you have with it * how critical it is for your project to work )

Get it to do... anything.

Make proof of concept code for all the most dangerous parts of the project. Ideally there is only 1 of these. If there is more than 3 then your project is too big. ( yes, this means your projects needs to be TINY )

Then write and refactor code to get a minimum viable pruduct. It should do JUUUUUST the most important critical things.

Now you have a proper codebase. Now everytime you need to expand or fix things, also refactor the code you touch in order to do this. Make it a little bit nicer and better. Write unit tests for it. The works.

After a while, the code that works perfectly and never needs to be touched is hard to read. Which does not matter because you will never read it

And the code that you need to change often is the nicest code in the codebase.

TRYING TO GUESS AHEAD OF TIME WHAT PARTS OF THE CODE WILL BE CHANGED OFTEN IS A FOOLS ERRAND.

( also, use git. Dear god use git and commit no more than 10 lines at once and write telling descriptions for each. GIT shows WHAT you did. YOU write WHY you did it )

Is this how to make your hobby project?

Yes. And also how all good software everywhere is made.

[razztazzel]

Thought it would but cute to revisit this old au of mines and give it some lore!

I’m really passionate about this au specifically because I LOVE sci-fi like ALOT… so I might make a lot of content of it… OFC Helios planet will still be going on trust

Non filtered version + lore ⬇️⬇️⬇️

LORE!!!

All the toons are aliens!!! On a completely different planet (exoplanet) about 4.2 Light years away from earth. The company, C.V. inc. aka Cosmic View Incorporated labeled it “Proxima Centauri b” (Its a Genuine exoplanet that’s the closest known to earth it’s so cool) Let’s just say In this au, Earth is extremely Sci-FI like, reaching advances where it wouldn’t be really…. Possible as earth is now…

And so they developed travel though hyperspace (just to clarify, Hyperspace is a fictional concept and not based on current scientific understanding; it's often portrayed as a different dimension where normal space-time rules don't apply - google or something) and managed to land on Proxima Centauri b! The people traveling were highly advanced scientists and they were like, woahhh look at these little whimsical creatures!!! But only like 4 “handlers” went Cause it was still in development!!! So it was kind of a suicide mission to put it frankly

They didn’t die.. Thankfully!!! And they successfully made it back probably old and decrepit, just with a few aliens that totally weren’t kidnapped or anything (They done took the mains, Besides Zee(Vee) she didn’t exist on their planet since she’s a robot made by C.V. Inc.) Vee was made by the soon to be handlers in an attempt to collect direct data from the totally not kidnapped toons! Her emotions are 100% programmed but ran through an advanced ai that study’s the emotion of literally everything living that’s around her so her emotions can be pretty accurate to a certain degree before the robot part generally makes way, Her ai detects any subtle or visible emotion and collects data of it to train itself on how to process and express emotion, but she’ll never have TRUE emotion

Unlike original Vee they’re smart and makes her entirely water proof and very much heat resistant, Zee just cannot be Submerged in water. Anyway a group of.. more like.. scientists in like…training became handlers as a little hands on experiment for them since the owner of the entire thing was really really interested in the toons and wanted to be involved with data processing so she assigned newbies (ish) to be the handlers.. She herself handles Andy (Dandy)!

The toons are all kept in separate rooms similar to those of like experiments just less cruel, like SCP type shit but cooler and not evil… looking… trust trust… so they can be observed and have data recorded…Besides confinement they’re actually treated really well! Sprout learns to bake through his handler and generally enjoys it so he’s allowed to bake every now and then, Shelby (Shelly) gets loads of attention for being an alien bro does NOT wanna leave, Genesis Rock (Pebble) is treated like a legitimate dog gets walked and has play time even though since he’s a rock he probably doesn’t need it, but data is data, Andy hates it there they tried to feed him plant fertilizer once cause he resembles a flower..

Anyway Vee is the only one who’s not in confinement and is generally like a little bot helper for the company, YES!!! THE TOONS ARE ALLOWED TO ROAM!!! Those lovely creatures are not locked away… forever…

TOON TRIVIA

Andy(Dandy) Now has 4 arms!

Astro becomes spiderman ( Ok not really he just gets 6 arms and is constantly floating, Studies show that he cannot seem to stop..)

Shelby (Shelly) Is a mixture of an alienized fossil with a freaky chameleon, with more feral-ish aspects like protruding fangs and sharper hands compared to the others

Genesis (Pebble) can literally walk on air

sprouts hair is ALIVE do NOT cut it he will scream and he has awful fashion sense because refuses to take the scarf off because it was a gift from cosmo before being taken by weird tall things he didn’t know hashtag last thing he has from cosmo hashtag fruitcake angst hashtag NO MORE FRUITCAKE/j

Zee (Vee)is specifically meant to look similar to the alien toons, She doesn’t have a handler though the handlers like to let her wear a coat, they think it looks cute on her small frame…🫶🫶

Sprouts handler encourages sprout to wear the cute aprons they give him, he always refuses… one day.. one day..

Astro generally cannot stop floating, luckily for some reason gravity won’t allow him to float too high so he’s just chilling fr

I think I’ll call this au Cosmic Veiw incorporation /inc or to put it simply, Alien or space au for easy tagging

[ranticore]

Is there any info on Jaybird - the swanky alpha gen harpy? They look interesting (and really pretty too)

Jaybird was the first successful harpy (aka the first one whose embryo was predicted to survive birth). They were more of a proof of concept than most other modified humans of the era - the idea was a pitch for anti genetic bottlenecking technology which might put Jaybird's designer - Callum - in the running for head of Genetic Innovations at Atom. So the fact of their birth was enough to satisfy the requirements - no need for additional testing, like the aquatics, so Jaybird and their later-born compatriots had relatively comfortable lives in an aviary on the roof of the settlement. They were not, however, allowed comparable freedom to unaltered humans and many had not truly learned to fly during the vital developmental window of their youth, as the aviary didn't really permit long flights. Jaybird was always Callum's favourite and represented, to him, the correct way to make genetic modifications; graceful, non threatening, and aesthetically pleasing.

When Ishmael attempted to start a revolution, Jaybird and the early harpies originally did not want to join. They knew that the treatment of harpies was kinder than the treatment of aquatics and didn't want to lose that position of relative privilege. Sure they had a lot to gain from a revolution, but a lot to lose, too, if it went badly. They spoke amongst themselves, then sent out a representative back to Ishmael's people with a message of "good luck, but do it without us". But once the news that Callum's bid to take over the genetic innovations division didn't work, suddenly those harpies were looking veryyyyy superfluous, and the resources - space, food, labour - spent on them could probably be spent elsewhere. faced now with potential extermination (as all genetic projects funded by Atom are the intellectual property of Atom, once it shelves an engineering program, all copies cannot be allowed to roam free, and must be retired), the harpies decided that yeah they should probably switch sides after all

[cioror]

man obviously i neeeed to know more about whistle now (no pressure if u want to heheheheeee)

Now some context (I infodump)!

Whistle From The Mountains created Sting of A Wasp. This was partially proof of concept (building a whole nother iterator is sick as hell) and also because he needed something that did not have the self-destruction taboo programmed into it.

He developed code which could shut down an iterator's whole entire superstructure, he just needs someone who can send out the commands... Wasp.

Etc. etc. etc. Wasp isn't a huge fan of murder and WFTM is not too happy about it.

Still fleshing out the story, so all of this is subject to change and doesn't have too much detail lol.

[reasonsforhope]

The Surucuá community in the state of Pará is the first to receive an Amazonian Creative Laboratory, a compact mobile biofactory designed to help kick-start the Amazon’s bioeconomy.

Instead of simply harvesting forest-grown crops, traditional communities in the Amazon Rainforest can use the biofactories to process, package and sell bean-to-bar chocolate and similar products at premium prices.

Having a livelihood coming directly from the forest encourages communities to stay there and protect it rather than engaging in harmful economic activities in the Amazon.

The project is in its early stages, but it demonstrates what the Amazon’s bioeconomy could look like: an economic engine that experts estimate could generate at least $8 billion per year.

In a tent in the Surucuá community in the Brazilian Amazonian state of Pará, Jhanne Franco teaches 15 local adults how to make chocolate from scratch using small-scale machines instead of grinding the cacao beans by hand. As a chocolatier from another Amazonian state, Rondônia, Franco isn’t just an expert in cocoa production, but proof that the bean-to-bar concept can work in the Amazon Rainforest.

“[Here] is where we develop students’ ideas,” she says, gesturing to the classroom set up in a clearing in the world’s greatest rainforest. “I’m not here to give them a prescription. I want to teach them why things happen in chocolate making, so they can create their own recipes,” Franco tells Mongabay.

The training program is part of a concept developed by the nonprofit Amazônia 4.0 Institute, designed to protect the Amazon Rainforest. It was conceived in 2017 when two Brazilian scientists, brothers Carlos and Ismael Nobre, started thinking of ways to prevent the Amazon from reaching its impending “tipping point,” when deforestation turns the rainforest into a dry savanna.

Their solution is to build a decentralized bioeconomy rather than seeing the Amazon as a commodity provider for industries elsewhere. Investments would be made in sustainable, forest-grown crops such as cacao, cupuaçu and açaí, rather than cattle and soy, for which vast swaths of the forest have already been cleared. The profits would stay within local communities.

A study by the World Resources Institute (WRI) and the New Climate Economy, published in June 2023, analyzed 13 primary products from the Amazon, including cacao and cupuaçu, and concluded that even this small sample of products could grow the bioeconomy’s GDP by at least $8 billion per year.

To add value to these forest-grown raw materials requires some industrialization, leading to the creation of the Amazonian Creative Laboratories (LCA). These are compact, mobile and sustainable biofactories that incorporate industrial automation and artificial intelligence into the chocolate production process, allowing traditional communities to not only harvest crops, but also process, package and sell the finished products at premium prices.

The logic is simple: without an attractive income, people may be forced to sell or use their land for cattle ranching, soy plantations, or mining. On the other hand, if they can make a living from the forest, they have an incentive to stay there and protect it, becoming the Amazon’s guardians.

“The idea is to translate this biological and cultural wealth into economic activity that’s not exploitative or harmful,” Ismael Nobre tells Mongabay."

-via Mongabay News, January 2, 2024

[eyelessfaces]

tousled, stubbled, tired

miguel o'hara x reader

well basically I've been obsessed with the concept art for miguel so it is heavily inspired by those (x). not my fault he looks so boyfriend

summary: miguel is on the edge of a burn out, and he's the only one not seeing it.

warnings: none too important I think, just miguel being really tired because he works a lot. swearing, one small (and cringe) innuendo.

tags: gn!reader, established relationship, angst, fluff, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort?, nerdy miguel<3

word count: 2.1k

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Miguel hadn’t slept at home in days; you had been fairly accustomed to him leaving in the middle of the night for safety matters in Nueva York and coming back early in the morning, but now that the threat was multiversal and now that he was the leader of the spider society, he didn’t even bother getting to bed in the first place.

He in fact barely even left the spider society; the rare times he did were for missions, and when he came back he didn’t even take the time to catch a break; he always had something to fix, something to build, a new suit to work on, a machine to program, meetings, briefings, then more missions.

You wondered how he still had all that energy and where it came from, and you wondered how he hadn’t burnt out yet. 

Even the small naps he took from time to time – against his will, you had found him passed out on his desk one day, head resting over folded arms, mouth slightly opened, soft snores escaping – couldn't possibly make up for his lack of sleep, and even though his mutation may grant him more stamina and allow him to stay awake longer than the average human being, the dark circles under his eyes were the visual proof of his fatigue, and it was all you needed to try to drag his ass back home so he could get some rest.

You watched from a distance as Miguel was sitting on the floor, a monkey wrench in hand and a screw sitting between his lips. He looked focused, a small crease forming between his eyebrows as he tried to fix his machine – you had no idea what it was for, but you figured it must be important considering the significant amount of time he had already taken trying to fix it. 

Miguel gasped in surprise at your contact, slightly jumping at the sudden feeling of your hands over his shoulders, your unexpected and unannounced presence tearing him out of his developing state of drowsiness.

“Shit you scared me” he grunted softly, grabbing the screw at his mouth before turning to look back at you.

"Sorry" you apologized, bending to leave a kiss at the top of his head, your thumbs rubbing where his suit was peeking out under the baggy clothes he had been wearing for probably way too long. His shoulders muscles were stiff and you felt them tense even more when he turned back to his machine with a small sigh.

You joined him and pushed the hammer and nails out of the way before sitting down next to him. 

"When was the last time you went to the cafeteria for something other than the coffee?" you asked accusingly as you looked down at the empty mug beside him on the floor, your hand resting at the back of his neck, playing with the hair there.

He shrugged, still looking at the open hatch of the machine in front of him. 

“A bagel won’t keep me awake” he muttered, his voice slightly muffled by the object in his mouth as he tightened a bolt, putting his tool back on the floor with a clinking before grabbing another.

“You still need to eat, you won’t get to finish fixing this machine if you die first” you scolded him as your hand left him, looking at him sternly.

He turned to you and let go of his screw before putting a hand at your arm, his tired eyes boring into yours.

“I'll eat, I promise, but I'll do that once I'm done. I’m really close to getting it, I almost have it solved.” he declared, tilting his head towards the machine as his grip around your arm lightly tightened.

You closed your eyes and nodded once before you opened your mouth to talk again, but Miguel had already turned back to work at his machine. You let out a small sigh and grabbed the screw he previously had at his mouth to fiddle with it.

"When was the last time you had a real night of sleep? Because I don't recall seeing you in our bed in what– almost a week at least?"

"Are we playing 21 questions?" he asked sarcastically as he turned to you again, clearly beginning to lose patience. 

You paused and looked away from him, a small sigh leaving your mouth before you looked back in his direction.

"We're playing 'I'm worried about my boyfriend', it's a game where said boyfriend barely takes care of himself and drowns in work and in which everyone around him witnesses his vital needs getting neglected." you said as you didn’t even try to make it sound like a joke, just blatantly showing him how upset you were.

He pinched his lips before his gaze dropped to his lap.

“Miguel” you called. “Take a break. Please. This is a request for now but if you keep on being stubborn this is gonna become an order” you said as you shifted closer to him. 

"I don't wanna fight with you. I really don't" you nodded as you put a hand to his shoulder. 

"And you would lose, because you don't have enough energy to outbid, and it's gonna hurt your ego so it's best for the both of us if you just listen to me" you explained, a smile appearing over your face when he softly chuckled and shook his head. "Okay?" you asked raising your eyebrows, awaiting his response.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay" he nodded, his half lidded, tired and bloodshot eyes looking up at you. 

"Good" you pinched your lips in a smile as you brushed away the shorter strands of his tousled hair falling over his forehead, before leaving a kiss there.

He tiredly smiled at you when you pulled away, leaning into your touch when your fingers ghosted over the light stubble on his cheeks that had grown over the past few days.

You shrugged. “I like it” 

“I don’t.”

You chuckled at his harsh response, your hand fully resting at his cheek. “Come back home with me and we’ll shave it.” you shrugged. “After a well needed shower” you continued, teasing him as you pinched your nose and faked a wince, making him nudge your side as he huffed out a laugh.

“I know it’s getting critical, I just haven’t had the time for it” he said grunting as he got up from the floor. “Lyla even said 'I don’t have olfactory sensors but I know that you stink'” he mocked as he took a higher voice and imitated the sassy attitude of his AI, making quotation marks with his hands.

You laughed at the a-bit-too-accurate imitation and got up too when he offered you his hand to help you up.

"Come on, let's get you something to eat and go back home"

—

You were already sitting on your bathroom counter, razor in hand when Miguel came out of the shower, towel loosely hanging around his hips. 

“Sure you don’t wanna keep it?” you asked teasingly, pointing at your own face to refer to his five o’clock shadow as he walked up to you.

“No. I don’t wanna look like Peter B” he grumbled as he joined you. You huffed out a laugh and caged him with your legs, bringing him closer to you.

He let his forehead rest against your shoulder, planting his hands at either side of the counter while you brushed his wet and dripping hair back, almost shuddering as you felt the gentle scruff of his stubble against your skin when his face shifted to your neck.

“Alright” 

He tilted his head back up at you, the worn out expression over his face paining you. 

You took a hold of his face and shaved him in silence, and you didn’t blame him for the lack of conversation and clever things to say. He probably had been dealing with a lot of stuff this week, trying his best so things wouldn’t turn out to be catastrophic so he probably wanted it all to be quiet now.  

Following along his sharp and defined jawline, you shaved to the shape of his face, razor gently and thoroughly following each line, careful not to go too fast and slip and cut him. 

“I'm so tired. Working twenty-four seven didn’t give me time to realize it but now it's crushing me” he mumbled, his voice barely louder than a whisper so his movements wouldn't be too harsh and wouldn't make you slip.

“I know. It all comes crashing down one moment or another” you said with an empathetic smile, rubbing your thumb over his left cheek once you were done with that area. He responded with a small hum.

It didn't take too long for you to be over with your task, and you put the razor down by the sink before grabbing the aftershave bottle, squeezing the lotion onto your hands and gently lathering it over his face, appreciating the smell you never realized you were that used to.

"Done. All clean shaven" you declared as he put his hands at either side of your neck, smiling tiredly before slotting his lips against yours.

"Thank you" he softly smiled.

"Come on, let's get you dressed and let's get you to bed" you called as you jumped down from the counter, exiting the bathroom as he followed you to the bedroom.

—

“You know, at this point you could build us quarters at the spider society” you chuckled, rummaging into the closet looking for the same kind of comfortable clothes he had been wearing lately.

“Don’t tempt me, I could make that happen” he declared as he shifted from his sitting position to lay down onto the bed with a grunt. “That’s actually not a bad idea”

You hummed in reflexion. “I could look after you, make sure you’re not doing too much” you shrugged as you turned to him to throw him a pair of clean boxers.

“Forget about what I said. ‘Don’t need you to try to babysit me all the time, I already have Lyla for that” he chuckled as he let the towel down to put on the clothes you were progressively throwing at him.

“Where was she to babysit you these past few days?” you asked as you joined him and crawled onto the bed.

“Had to turn her off. You, I can’t” he teased with a small smirk plastered over his face before putting his shirt on, grunting as you pushed him back down onto the bed.

“Asshole” you playfully hit his chest, leaning down next to him. "Right, you could only turn me on." You stared at the ceiling as you waited for any type of response, a chuckle, a small laugh, a nudge, but nothing came, nothing happened. 

Your look darted to his direction, and you giggled as you watched him trying to hold back a laugh.

"That's a bad joke, for my defense I'm exhausted so it doesn't count" he shook his head, covering his eyes with his hand, desperately grunting.

"Yeah, right" you huffed out a laugh as you let your head rest over his chest. 

The tension quickly diffused, the atmosphere getting calmer and the room getting quieter as you absentmindedly let the tip of your fingers trace patterns over his chest slowly rising and falling.

"Thank you" he softly muttered, breaking the silence, tearing you out of your thoughts.

"What?" you asked, confused, your fingers stopping in their trail. 

"Thank you for dragging me out of there, out of this hole"

You paused and shifted so you could look back at him, propping your elbow next to his face, holding your chin in the palm of your hand.

"Miguel, you know I'll always have your back, right?" you rhetorically asked, your fingertips now tracing his face, all soft from the aftershave.

He nodded as his eyes darted to your face.

"Yeah. I know" he pinched his lips in a soft smile as he looked at you, fighting so his eyes could remain open. 

You mirrored his smile, leaning over so you could leave a kiss at his lips, running your fingers over the side of his face one last time.

“You can rest now. I got you”

He softly hummed before his eyes closed under the weight of the responsibilities weighing on him, a small sigh of relief leaving him as your fingers raked through his hair. 

It didn't take long for you to register he was asleep, his breath slowing down, the steady heaving of his chest and a peaceful expression over his face.

You couldn't bring yourself to move, couldn't bring yourself to leave him.

—

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