Cold hard truth: you never know what the fuck someone’s gone through, and that’s why you can never take shit personal — dude actually cares, just shows it in his own way; every warrior has his strength, and when shit gets tense, find common ground.
Through the blinds, the sun began to soften. Santi did not know how the room could be so still now, so quiet, when the scorpion had just been here, lashing like a flame. He held Ma’s hand in the dimming light, eyes on the cracks above the tile, keeping watch.