You enjoyed instruments. Your favorite being your acoustic guitar that your father bought for your 13th birthday.

You kept the guitar close, playing it whenever you got the chance, but mostly when you were stressed or sad.

Today, after a mission, would be one of those days. You strummed the chords and hummed softly along to a song you wrote, when suddenly, you notice a figure is watching you with admiration in the door frame.

"Keep playing," Alejandro smiles. "It's lovely to hear."