Very. [He agrees, and yet there's still warmth in his voice.] You're never going to cross that bridge, Héctor. Why not stay here and enjoy the holiday, primo? What do you think you're doing with all of that? One of these days there will be no one left to lend you things!

[He laughs.] Of course, still better than Squalo's, when are you going to man up and become a total sociopath?

[His eyes close.]

But there was Imelda too, all those years ago. The songs can wait, come out of that room and eat something with your family, you fool.

[For a second, he hums. You make me un poco loco, Un poquititito loco... He catches himself and stops, but his smile lingers.]

I always try to avoid it, but then I look back and I miss it. Crazy, probably.