Sly's POV
I don't know what could've happened to make mi amor cry. Did I do something wrong? Urgh, what did I do? It had to have been me. Why else would she burst into tears? Oh, Thor, it has to have been bad, she's been crying for 15 minutes. Uh, what happened? I start to flip through everything that's happened in the last half hour. I try to recall exactly what happened.
*Memory Start*
I turn to leave, but not before I see Jess start pouting so I turn to look at her, "Amor, I know you don't want me to leave but all of my clothes are at my house, not counting the ones on my body which I am not wearing today."
Jess' face falls before she walks back over to her bed, her pain obvious. I feel my face reflect hers before I walk over to her and pull her into my lap and start rocking her, trying to keep her calm. When she seems to calm down the tiniest bit, I speak.
"We can always see if Castor will let me borrow some of his clothes, okay? Just stop crying, Jess. It'll be fine. Shush, Amor."
Jess had seemed to calm down at this before something pops into her head and she holds onto me tighter.
*Memory End*
She doesn't want me to leave? That's what it seems like to me. I look down at the tiny potato that is mi mujer before standing up, carrying her, and walking to the door with her blanket draped around us. I open it the slightest bit before calling out softly for Castor. I watch him sleepily open his door and look over at me, confused.
"I was going to take Jess out for today but she broke down. She's scared I'll leave while I'm going to get a change of clothes, so can I borrow some of yours, Castor?"
I watch him roll his eyes before he pops in his room for a second and comes back out, standing in front of me, "Here, your favorite color, purple."
"Thanks, Castor! I owe you one."
I watch him give me a smile, "Pay me back by taking care of my sister, k?"
Jess and he really are like siblings. I swear if Castor hadn't had his communicator on him last night though. I can feel myself shaking from anger before I remember that I'm holding Jess. I force myself to stop before I sit down on Jess' bed again.
"Jess~ Jessie~ Mi amor, stop crying, Castor gave me some of his clothes to borrow. I won't be leaving anytime soon, mi amor."
I watch as Jess looks up at me before she gives me a quick kiss and a smile. She quickly stands up and grabs a set of her clothes before she begins to change. That girl. Mi amor. Mi vida. Mi todo.
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