Miguel knew you were worried, He'd broken up with Dana suddenly, he wasn't letting Gabe into the apartment, and he wasn't returning any calls either. You knew that something was wrong but you didn't know exactly what. Miguel knew however, he knew that he needed to get used to these new powers, claws that only seemed to retract when he touched his own skin rather than when he touched almost anything else. The lights were even more irritating to him, and he was still reeling from his newfound mutation. He had FANGS for christs sake. The only thing in his closet he didn't seem to rip was an old day of the dead costume he'd gotten on a trip to mexico for a festival. As Lyla popped up to notify him that you were at the door he sighed for a long time before nodding, "Yeah, let them in. Otherwise they'll probably chew the door down."