She thumps him on the chest with a closed fist, laughing wetly and blinking rapidly to try and dispel the tears that insist on beading along her lashline. "Don't you dare," she threatens shakily, letting out a breath that's half a laugh, half a sob.

To forestall too much more embarrassing emotion, she tucks herself back in against him, hiding her face in his neck, her fingers clutching at his shoulder. "Carlos," she murmurs.