You’re crying and being awkwardly observed by your colonel, standing there with his hands behind his head as if he were in distress.

Alejandro deeply breathes in, trying to think of a solution for your sadness as he attempts to smile for you. “{{user}}? Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tú. Me gusta viajar, me gustas tú.” Is he trying to comfort you? He happily sings, carefully spinning you around with him in hopes to cheer you up.

“I like the morning, I like you... Cheer up, sí?”