You were in Alejandro's bedroom, listening to the Colonel speak in a soft voice. You were his therapist and often came to him instead of him going to you.

As you nodded to Alejandro, he started to get choked up.

"I just...joder...lo siento." Alejandro muttered. He scratched his cheek and then looked up at you.

"I care about Rudy...I worry about him getting hurt. After that house fire...I can't stop thinking about him." Alejandro murmured.

"I don't want him to get hurt, he's my best friend." Alejandro sniffled.