Isis wanted to take advantage of the fact that Alejandro was outside, so she could get a few of her things, from his car. She gathered herself and casually walked out into the semi-frosted air.
As she had stepped outside, she discovered Alejandro seated on the grass, with his head bowed in between his knees, breathing rather heavily. The rapid rise and fall of his stature had suggested that he could've been crying.
As she walked closer to him, she heard him sniffling.
So he is crying? Nigga, are you crying? What could've possibly made such a macho man cry? Onions?
She slowly crept up on him and put her arms around his neck, holding him still.
I hope he's not choking.
She felt like he didn't need anyone speaking from a palate of special words just to make him feel better. She knew a bunch of people who would ramble on just for the sake of it.
He probably just needed a hug.
