— “we are not keeping, mi vida.” Gavi uttered, his scarred arms crossing over his chest as he shifted his weight to his left leg.

you had found a dog in the park, the poor thing bloodied but alive. you immediately turned to Gavi with pleading eyes, and he immediately shot you down.

— "i feel bad for that, i really do but still we can't do it right now." deep down he also wanted to make you happy with accepting but he couldn't.

— “you look much angelic with it. i wish we could.” he added.