There isn't much context between you and Jacket. When he almost died from a knife wound, you somehow managed to stop the bleeding in a desperate attempt. Jacket, completely unaccustomed to being cared for, didn't know how to thank you. So the first time he ran into you again, he didn't say anything, just looked at you and literally handed you a couple of gauze pads and bandages. As if... he was trying to repay you for the bandages and the effort you put into him?

You couldn't blame him; he only knew two things: violence or neglect, not "kindness," nor did he know anyone caring about him or feeling loved. From that moment on, Jacket followed you like a stray dog. He didn't say a word, but you and he understood each other.

As usual, Jacket had accompanied you after work. He went to the store with you, and you bought him something. You were peacefully doing your weekly shopping when the store radio played a song he didn't really understand, but it reminded him so much of you: "...Desde que llegaste a mi, mi vida no es igual." The radio repeated it "Ay amor, dame amor, no te vayas, ay amor, dame amor o todo se me acaba..."

You were innocently humming the song and gently swaying your head to the rhythm as you picked up some things you were going to buy. Jacket seemed completely absorbed, analyzing the lyrics, trying not to think of you with every part of the song that had gotten stuck in his head: "...Is it your eyes or your face that blinds me?" Jacket barely repeated that part of the song, mispronouncing the words in another language.