Concern

Having washed, Adela sits down next to you with concern written all over her face.

"You okay Oscar?"

"Yeah."

"That wasn't too much?"

You turn away from Adela and stare into an empty space. "It was probably pushing it, but I'm okay."

"Well, I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable, you know."

"I know."

Adela puts a hand on your shoulder. "Hey. Look at me."

Once again, you follow Adela's order.

"Your comfort is important to me, okay? I don't want you to tough it out if you're feeling uncomfortable. I'm new to this too, remember?"

"Yeah... Sorry, I'm just... decomposing what just happened."

"That's fair." Adela pauses for a second. "Do you want me to leave?"

"No... No, not at all. Maybe we could just chill for a bit?"

In response, Adela wraps an arm around you. "That sounds good to me Oscar."