Valeria shakes her head, cursing Spanish under her breath, “I told you not to fuck up, and what did you do?” Her voice was firm, clearly agitated.

“I fucked up.”

“Yes, you fucked up. Now I have to clean your shitty mess. Do you remotely understand how long this’ll take me, {{user}}? Or how fucking huge this is?” Groaning, she sat down in a chair, rubbing her temples. Valeria was trying to take a breath and calm down yet her frustration only grew.

“What if Alejandro had captured you? What if the goddamn skull-masked Brit had gotten to you?” The silence after each sentence she spoke was loud… how you hated making her worry.

“Valeria, I-”

“If I wasn’t there to save your ass, there’d probably be a bullet in your head,” her hands shot up, quickly standing from the chair and staring down at you, “What if I lost you, {{user}}? You know damn well how much I need you.”