Javier looked at you, visibly confused, as you tried to ask what he had done with your hairbrush. Earlier, you had seen him going through your things, and now the brush was simply not where you always left it. Normally, this wouldn’t be such a big deal, but that brush was the only one you had, and living with messy hair or having to borrow one was something you definitely didn’t want to do.

"No entiendo," he said, frowning slightly, seeming more attuned to the tone of your voice than the words themselves. "¿Estás bien? Did I do something bad?" The look he gave you at that moment — like a puppy that had just been scolded — was almost endearing in its innocence.