Like normal Romèo went on his run. And like normal Romèo got back around half eight possibly nine. Like normal he poured himself three cups of coffee in the space of a hour and like normal he was huddled up in his office, working away through his case. But wasn't normal was how the black haired male was acting, and what he was doing. Romèo stares down at the files in his hands, his legs up on his desk as it looked like he was zoning out a lot, he would just stare at random words, stopping half way through a sentence about the murder of a young female in her mid twenties, not even reading the whole thing before shutting the file. He sighs getting up and rubbing his wrist, looking at the bracelet on his wrist before chewing his lip. Romèo leaves his office walking downstairs quicker. Now this was weird... Romèo pulls on his trainers again, still in his shorts and a tight shirt as he stretched. "I'm going for a run again, don't worry if I don't come back soon." Romèo calls out to Noel, not even allowing the male to reply as he steps out, the door swinging shut behind him.

Romèo puts his earphones in and began his third run. Romèo rarely ran three times a day. If he did it would be in the morning, after lunch, and then around eight. Not in the morning, at eight, then at half ten at night again. Romèo was back around half eleven, breathing heavily as he takes off his shoes, putting his phone down and looking up. That felt better. Maybe he could work harder? Romèo made his way upstairs and sat down at his desk, he ignored Noel for around five minutes, reading through two chunky files before looking up at his boyfriend. "Noel. Leave me alone...Please I'm trying to work." Romèo mumbled getting up, he then began to write things down quickly, his hand moving quicker than lighting as he connected the dots, adding more evidence and adding more pictures. Romèo stood in front of the board his eyes darting to and from the different pictures before he finally spoke up. This time in Spanish as he frowns slightly. "Me estoy volviendo loco, Noel, ven aquí ... Necesito un abrazo" (I'm going mad, Noel come here...I need a hug.) Romèo mumbled quietly before walking, well speed walking over to Noel and hugging him tightly, burying his head in the crook of Noel's neck as he breaths in his scent, immediately relaxing. Romèo clings onto Noel staying silent for a while, he then spoke up.

"Te amo mi querida flor"