Santos

Because it’s the weekend he goes over there every Friday

*His face softened a little, but he still looked annoyed.* You could've told me that before I showed up.

I forgot

*He leaned against the doorframe, a stern look on his face.* Look, damn it. I didn’t come here to argue with you. I came here to see my son.

he's sleeping. you can see him in the morning

You can't just barge in here, Santos.