They settle into a routine fairly quickly. Sleep hasn't really been easy for either of Alicia or Ricardo on normal days, so they wake up at various times through the morning, one shuffles off to make coffee or start breakfast, and after an hour of caffeine infusions, they slowly start to do things. Walking the dogs, checking the internet for news, finding something on TV to watch. Alicia will pull out her designs, and Ricardo will look for clips of sports or wrestling to occupy his mind, always on the look out for something to implement into his training regimen.

After lunch, they venture back out with the dogs, eager for some fresh air and, hopefully, sunshine. The city is quiet, fewer people on the roads due to so much being closed, and Alicia tilts her head, listening to the odd stillness. "This is wild," she murmurs, reaching out and squeezing his hand gently.

"It is," he agrees, playing with her fingers lightly until the dogs drag him a little bit. "Hey, patience! Silly mutts," he says, a small smirk tugging at his lips. They resume walking until they reach the nearby park, which only has one or two other people lagging around with their pets, Ricardo and Alicia careful to avoid getting too close as they wander around in the grass, letting the dogs sniff and do their thing before turning back for home.

From there, they stay at home, usually, unless they get too restless by sunset. More designing for Alicia, who usually just sits and stares, some of her creative flair lost under all of the stress, and mindless Netflix scanning for Ricardo, unless he has something in particular he finds to watch. Supper is usually whatever the two of them can think of that tastes halfway decent, and then they retreat to the bedroom and, instead of turning to the TV once more, cuddle up close to either read or draw.

Ricardo has a nice, strong voice for reading aloud and Alicia enjoys listening to him as they make their way slowly through a fantasy type book that she'd found and was curious by the description of, but she's good at making up voices and usually leaves him a giggling mess whenever it's her turn. She can draw circles around him in most things whenever they decide to have little art challenges, scribbling a subject chosen by random on whatever paper is available to them at the time, but his attempts are always so cute and cartoony that she thinks she loses anyway.

Once they tire of these activities, the lights are switched off and they lay in the dark and reflect, sometimes quietly, sometimes aloud to each other. Sometimes they choose not to think at all, staring deep into each other's eyes, sighing into kisses and touches and everything in between, sleep coming a little easier those nights.

Sometimes she kneels before him and brushes her fingers through his hair, humming aimlessly as she murmurs what's become something of a mantra for the nights when sleep just won't come. "We're going to be ok."

"Yes, we are," he agrees quietly, still enamored by her even after all of this time.

"We're going to get through this." Another soft affirmation by him and she kisses his forehead, between his eyes. "I love you."

"I love you too."

She smiles at him and he thinks he's never seen anything so beautiful in the entire world.