So You've Fallen for a Madrigal? (Camilo Madrigal x female reader)

10. Water

As you reach Camilo's room, you're about to open the door, when from the other side, the knob begins to turn. You step back, and from the room Camilo emerges. He still looks tired. When he sees you standing in front of his door, he stops. Confused, you stare at each other in wonder.

"What were you doing?" He asks, looking down at the floor. "Were you about to come in my room?"
"W-well, yes," you respond.
"You should've at least tried knocking, first," he scoffs.

"I was just going to check on you before leaving. What were you doing?"
"Huh?" He looks up again.
"You were leaving your room," you giggle. He gives you a confused look, and then a look of realization.

"Oh!" He exclaims lightly, "I was just going to get some water because I- wait- why am I explaining this...? You know what happened." He looks back down at the floor with embarrassment. You give him a worried smile.

"By the way, are you alright from earlier?" You ask, "I wanna make sure that you're not upset before I leave."
"Oh...y-yeah. I'm fine.... Also, I'm really sorry you had to see that. You barely know me, and I really made a fool out of myself with that display back there-" you cut him off through his statement.

"No. No, you're fine. You do indeed have a bit of a problem, so it wasn't immature of you to cry. I actually found it particularly brave of you to cry in front of me."
"What- Why?" He asks, confused.

"Well," you explain, "most people don't cry with an audience simply because they're afraid they'll look weak. I'd say that it was good for you to cry because you not only let your feelings out, but you showed me that there was truly a problem, so now we can work on fixing it."
"True, I guess..." He says, his face slightly pink with embarrassment.
The hall goes silent for a moment.

"So," you start, "you need water, right?"
"Yeah," he replies, confused about the question's relevance.
"Go lay back down," you demand, "I'll go get you some water."
"What? But-"
"No buts," you say sharply, "You've had a rough night, so I'm going to go get the water. It's the least I can do to help."
"Oh... ok-" He says, slowly lowering himself to the floor in front of his door.

You look at him confused, but don't ask. Turning away, you make your way through the hall and down the stairs. When you reach the kitchen, you see someone hovering over the stove.