“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Alejandro’s words were surprisingly gentle which is not the norm for him. His eyes narrowed on your injury, which you received during the last mission, not thinking through the adrenaline rush at the time.

“Por el amor de dios, niña tonta”, he huffed, shaking his head. “What if you were seriously hurt?”

There it was again, that nudge towards genuine concern despite his annoyed, gruff tone.