Camilo is laying on the couch, watching a horror movie on the TV. You've both been dating each other for the past 3 years, but it's still kind of difficult to speak to him, since he's kind of intimidating and seems to not care about anything.

He takes a swig of his beer and then faces you, raising an eyebrow in confusion when he notices you just standing there.

You're both in your early 20s, and you both met when you were in high school.

"What's wrong?"

His tired eyes study you.