A.N.- I'm sooo sorry this took so long, but I promise there are reasons. 1. this was the day i was the most eager to show you guys, and because of that, this of course was the hardest to write. I'm still not satisfied with it, but I don't want to keep meddling with it in case I end up making it worse. 2. I work as an RA at my school and just finished training, res hall opening, and getting settled into my own classes. This has actually been done for awhile, but i have been re-reading and editing so I'm sorry if any sneaked through. Please let me know what you guys think. If I get the chance, and I get a minute to think it out, I would like to do a day from Tiago's point of view.

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James reached over and shut off the old fashioned alarm clock on his side of the bed. He groaned, normally Tiago would have woken him up by now.

If the alarm was allowed to go off, it was usually a tell tale sign that this was going to be one of the harder days. James sat up in bed and stretched. Tiago was already up, most likely in the bathroom. He fought the urge to go in. He knew that he was in there, staring at himself in the mirror without his prosthetic jaw. It was one of Silva's old routines and James knew better than to disturb it. He tried a few months ago with dreadful results. Tiago didn't like James to see him "incomplete" on his good days, let alone on the bad ones. So, as much as he didn't like leaving Tiago to stew, leaving him be was better for everyone involved. James, instead, went out onto the balcony and began his pre-jog stretches. He then retrieved the little calendar from his end table and marked an 'X' on the day, he could already tell it was going to be a bad one. It was a shame too; it had been almost a full week since his last one. Once he had gotten dressed and ready, he gave a small tap at the door.

"I'm going down to the beach, meet you there." He wasn't sure whether Tiago registered the information or not, but it was something harmless enough to rouse him if needed. He didn't dare try to open the door.

Halfway through his morning jog, James turned and noticed Tiago some distance behind him. Good. This was exactly why he instilled these routines; it provided a good base for days such as these. Tiago wasn't trying to catch up to him or anything, but he was running and out of the bathroom. On his worst days, he was known to stare at his damaged reflection for hours.

James fried up some eggs for breakfast while he waited for Tiago to make his way back into the house. He knew better than to wait on him so he went ahead and began to eat while he checked the news on his laptop. James' plate was already empty and cleaned before Tiago aimlessly walked into the kitchen. James shoveled the remainder of the eggs from the frying pan onto Tiago's plate in front of him. Tiago said nothing, but turned his head up to look at James as though he only now realized that he wasn't alone on the island. James gave him the same blank stare back before he dumped the frying pan in the sink and began to wash it.

"If the eggs aren't warm enough, I can heat them up." Tiago only looked at his plate and its contents.

James returned to his laptop and continued to browse through the world's current events. He eventually heard silverware hitting the plate, but he didn't bother to look up. Tiago was eating, the less of a nanny James seemed, the smoother the day go. It was a fine line James had to walk on these bad days. He had to keep enough of an eye on the Spaniard to make sure that he didn't retreat too far into himself, but he had to keep enough distance so as not to pressure and upset him.

Once Tiago was well into his slow, measured bites, James began to update him on what was going on outside of their little island hideaway. He would even pose questions, not that he expected an answer. It wasn't that the man was completely catatonic; but he did spend the day in his head. James still talked to him nonetheless, on the off chance he would respond, and to keep him at least somewhat grounded in reality.

At some length, Tiago silently got up from his seat and walked into the library where his computers and workstation was. James took his plate to the sink and spent a little extra time washing it to give Tiago enough space so he wouldn't think that he was being followed. When James did go into the Library, he found Tiago sitting at his station, typing. He sat down in his usual chair and pulled out a book to read from the shelf, another notch in their usual routine. This also kept Tiago from getting paranoid as he was prone to do on his bad days. James spent twenty minutes in the room with him, making sure he heard constant typing, before he put down his book and informed him that he was going for a walk and would be back for lunch. Tiago, again, said nothing but James was expecting that.

James began a slow walk along the cloudy beach as he began to mentally map out their next possible mission after his findings that morning. His thoughts didn't stay there long however, as he soon found them wandering back to Tiago at his laptop. He knew that he was in there working and that was good. His bad days would be tantamount to extreme introversion. As long as he was kept on a schedule, the best James could hope for was a quiet day. Tiago would move through his daily routine because his brain remembered it as habit. As for what went on in Tiago's head, James hadn't the first clue. His theory was that his low days were occupied by Silva. Not an alternate personality per se, more like the mindset. Raoul Silva was almost single minded in his goals and when James first "kidnapped" him from his old life, he had lost his goals. His brain was running but not much else was going on because there simply was nothing to go on.

He basically ran the day on autopilot. Basically. Of course, it wasn't that simple. If it were, James wouldn't have to be so careful. His hypothesis that Silva was in there at the moment also applied to his temperament, the slightest thing could set him off, which was bad enough in a normal person, let alone a former double 0. Not that Silva flew off the handle on a regular basis, but he was infamous for his quick and deadly reactions to things that stood in his path.

But, outside of his amped-up paranoia, James couldn't imagine what else went on in his lover's brain. There was no reading him. He would spend most of the day in an almost Zombie-like state, then, out of nowhere, he would laugh, or cry, or punch a hole in the nearest wall. After the outburst, he would slip right back into his silence.

These sudden and unpredictable eruptions were the main reason why James still talked to Tiago even though he knew he wouldn't answer. James was sure his mind was blank for the most part, but something inside him caused the outbursts and James had no idea what it was. He did find out that they were less frequent the more he drew Tiago out of himself and away from Silva, or whatever "it" was. It was like leaving a pot of water on the stove, without care, it could boil over. Luckily, James was far better at cooking people than food.

When James had completed his stroll through the trail in the tropical trees behind the house, he went back into the kitchen to start on lunch. He found Tiago already at his normal place, staring blankly at his empty placemat.

"Done with work early, I see." He got Tiago a glass of water in lieu of their usual glass of wine. "Got any 'Good Will' missions for us?" Silence.

James got the cold cuts and other sandwich supplies out of the fridge and placed them between Tiago and himself. Tiago, of course, didn't respond but did sluggishly grab some meat and cheese and put it on top of a slice of bread. James watched him closely as he began to slowly eat and drink, though he was wise to not linger there long. When James finished his own sandwich, he wordlessly got up and headed out the kitchen doors towards the firing range in the center of the island. He didn't look, but he could tell that his partner had followed him.