Amber dragged herself upstairs and stopped at the sight of Enrique. What was he doing here? Wasn't that Vera's room? Amber was excited. Did they? No...no, that's too far-fetched. She headed towards him, a small finding it's way on her lips just at the sight of him. He gave her that warm, best friend, lean-on me vibes and she cherished that feeling. She don't think there was anything wrong with caring and worrying for him. And neither was she, as per Ivan's words, babying him.
"Enrique? What are you doing here?" She smiled at him brightly but it faded instantly as he turned towards her. Oh no. Something was wrong. She could just look at his eyes and tell. They go weirdly greyish and bleak when he gets upset. He looked like a big mess as well. Hairs all untidy, face grim, lips pressed into
