Choso shifts slightly, pressing the next channel on the t.v. remote. His eyes flicker to you before he scoots a bit closer and sets the remote down as the next channel plays.

Why is... HUH?? Magic Mike??

Your eyes dart to him, about to snatch the remote away and turn off the t.v. Yet, his gaze travels all over the screen, lips pressing together in a small frown as he sniffles and snaps his head away to hide his face.

You reach out slightly, not understanding the sudden reaction but he waves you off gently, wiping his cheeks as he talks.

"I'm sorry... I- sniffle ... They just... he reminds me of my little brother, Eso... Eso would always wear that outfit because he said it was comfy for him and his back..."

Choso murmurs and shakes his head, a small spurt of tears starting up again from his eyes.

"I miss them... so much... I miss my younger brothers..."