[ It’s pretty well smashed here, but as long as he can salvage the SIM card it’s not so bad of a loss. He backs it up constantly so. It’s not what he’s concerned with right now.

Much more pressing is that expression on her face, the way she’s pleading with him. God. She shouldn’t have to beg him not to hurt her. What kind of terrible person is he, anyway? He’d known not to talk about this courtesy of Héctor. So he bows his head, swallowing thickly. ]

Nothing. You don’t have to do anything. I - I shouldn’t have done any of that. But I forget, and Héctor is - he really, really misses you, and I know there’s reasons why you’re not together, but I still hate seeing you two separate.

[ it all sort of tumbles out. ]