[He thinks of his own echoes. They hurt, but...yeah. He, too, would try to avoid it, look back and miss it, and not be able to keep all signs of affection out of his mock-miming. Cliff decides that's a Later Thing to think about, and also he's completely ignoring the shittiest advice he'd ever heard that Héctor had apparently been given. Instead, he looks over and quirks a wider, slightly lopsided smile this time. That hum. It was so short, but unmistakeable.]
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Un poco loco, yeah.