I'm Not Sure

This is not the first time Camilo has found himself crying in the corner of his room, but it's certainly the first time he's gotten caught.

Which really he sould not have in the first place. He's always very careful to make sure Dolores is in her very soundproof room, reading her dramatic romance novels (there's something about reading about a girl losing the love of her life to another she loves so much) before beginning his cryfest. But today she just had to get a glass of water.

Leading to utter embarrassment on Camilo's part.

He practically jumped when he heard a knock on his door.

"Camilo?" Dolores said, worry seeping through her voice. "I heard crying. Is everything alright?" She questioned.

Everything was not alright.

"Yes! Everything's fine!" Camilo quickly shapeshifted into a less puffy eyed version of himself. "Just don't co-"

Too late.

Dolores had already opened the door and from the look on her face she didn't seem to be buying the lie.

"Camilo, qué ocurre?" She said softly.

Camilo let out a sigh as he shifted back to his original form. "It's stupid." He muttered as he tugged the ends of his ruana.

"Disparates! If it makes you sad, it's not stupid." She assured him.

He gave her a slight smile in response. Not that he believed her. Just to make it seem like he did.

"It's just...do you ever feel like no body wants...you? Personally?"

Camilo looked away from Dolores, knowing she'd say something like-

"That's not true!" She exclaimed (a rare occurrence for her).

"Yes, it is." He said before she could continue. "The only time people want me around is when they need me to pretend to be someone else."

Dolores put a hand on Camilo's shoulder and gestured for him to sit with her on the edge of the theatrical stage that resided in the middle of his room.

"I am so sorry if any of us have ever done anything to make you feel unwanted and I want you to know that none of us want you to be any different than the way you are now. We love you, okay? Just you."

That should be making him feel better but...

He got off from the stage and ran over to the vanity that occupied the space near his bed.

"But I don't even see me as me!" He said, his voice layered with distress. "Sometimes I just look in the mirror and I hate what stares back at me."

It wasn't just not liking the way you look it was something more.

"I just....I want people to look at me and think 'what'".

He turned to face Dolores who held a slight look of confusion on her face.

"I don't think I quite know what that entails." She said, with a supportive yet confused smile.

Camilo smiled back at her. "I honestly don't either."