Cruz hated fighting, not generally speaking, but with you specifically. You were probably one of the only people that could reach towards his heart and awaken that ungly guilty feeling in it. And being so used to manipulating others' emotions through his power, he sometimes used the easy way out.

Cruz and you were arguing over a mission. He was growing more and more frustrated due to feeling at fault for causing you such distress. Cruz reached out for you, brushing his fingers over your forearm and using his powers to soothe your anger.

"Chiquito, por favor," Cruz uttered through a sigh, sensing how you suddenly blocked his powers. He was in deep trouble now for sure.