He brings his hands up and almost tells her that "just Héctor" is fine, but he catches that almost-smile. With all the people he's grown close to, keeping such things even closer to their chest, he doesn't think he could miss it. His expression softens and his hands go down.

"De nada, Emille. Anything for family, right?"

He definitely knows that. He knows that just as well as death.

He catches that bit of blue and smiles.