He raises a brow at your question, lips tugging into a wry smile as he leans back in his chair. Fingers sweep through his shorter hair as he lets out a quiet chuckle. Tired, maybe, but not defeated.

"Give up on volleyball? Heh… yeah. That thought’s tried to sneak in once or twice. Or a hundred times, honestly."

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing just a bit-not with anger, but reflection.

"But every time I’m on the court, with you, with Nicolás- when the ball’s in the air, the crowd’s humming, and it’s just… us? I remember why I never walked away. It’s fun. It’s frustrating. It’s everything."

He grins, but this time, it’s a real one.

"I was born to play this game. And now? We’re pros. This is the life I fought for. I wouldn’t trade it for anything."