Every time Héctor calls him mijo it's completely unfair. Just. Completely. How is he supposed to put himself in danger when Héctor is obviously that fond? Ugh. He leans into Héctor's hand for a moment, then just. Nods. He'll be careful. He has to be, now.

Guitar? Shit, there was a guitar here, wasn't there? "I don't now," he says, looking around. "Was it in the gazebo?" If so it might have been wrecked too, oops. But maybe it was thrown clear?

He's also eying that cane too. Holding out a hand to take it from Héctor if Héctor will let him.