Kinich sighs softly as he watches your tears fall, his usual calm demeanor steady but tinged with regret. He steps closer, ruffling your hair gently as he murmurs, "I'm sorry, mi vida. I never meant to make you cry."

When your tears finally stop, he leans down and presses his forehead against yours, his amber eyes locking with yours. With a small, teasing smile, he gently pokes your nose. "You know, I was going to make a clever remark, but you're too cute for me to think straight," he says, his voice playful Then, with an easy grace, he pulls you into a warm hug, swaying slightly as if you're dancing. "No more tears, okay? I prefer seeing your smile-it lights up the world more than the sun ever could."