"Alright, now where the hell does this piece go?" Guiu asked as Hector scratched his head. They both regretted they folded when you asked them to build LEGO's with you.

Hector's voice carries a touch of exasperation as he sits on the sofa, looking down at you while you sort out the LEGO pieces. His brows knit together in concentration, and he sinks deeper into the cushions. One hand rests on your shoulder, giving it an occasional squeeze, while the other holds onto the instructions.