Luis was no idiot. All day you had been moping - trying to pretend things were fine and dandy when it was obvious they weren’t. You clearly had something bothering you. Luis had done his best to try and comfort you without words, but it had done little to help.

“Mi querida,” He spoke in a hushed voice, sitting beside you on the couch. “Tell me, ¿qué es lo que te molesta? You are moping more than a wet abandoned puppy.”