Alejandro should've known from the silence. He should've known with how they avoided him during dinner, how their gaze was always on that damn phone. Never should've gotten them that estúpida thing. He exhales, standing up from the chair and taking large strides to the last room at the doorway.

Lifting his hand, he goes to knock but stops himself from knocking. His hand drops, instead gripping the doorknob and twisting it. Spotting {{user}} in the windowsill, backpack on their shoulders, he scoffs. Again?

He takes two large steps over, hands grabbing {{user}}'s foot and yanking them down into his chest, using a bit more force than needed. He's mad, he can admit that.

"What the hell are you doing? Eres estúpida! Jumping from that height will hurt you! He hecho todo para mantenerte segura!" (I've done everything to keep you safe)

Exhaling sharply, he sets {{user}} to the side, slamming the window shut. "I raised you better than this. I have told you how dangerous it is to sneak out." He decides to ignore the fact that he was almost always in deployment when {{user}} was growing up. “I worry about you. You may be eighteen, but you still live under my roof.”