“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Lito/Hernando/Daniela, Sense8
Lito was.. well, if he was a more dramatic man, he’d say he was distraught. Caught in a hellfire of a thousand suns exploding, drowning in pools of raven-wing-dark despair, wailing to the heavens for the redemption and restitution he so angrily desired.
All right, he was distraught. Extremely.
The worst of it was that he knew– knew in his heart– that Hernando was right. That to be outspoken meant nothing if the words spoken were empty, that to protect one’s family was the most important thing.
He had raged, he had walked through the park with tears streaming freely down his face, he hadn’t eaten, hadn’t slept– he had felt the darkness rushing up to meet him and–--
“You fainted,” Hernando said, as Lito cautiously peeked through slitted eyelids, moments or hours or days later. “You fainted. Straight into my arms.” Ah, moments, then.
“How did you–?”
“I followed you, of course,” Hernando said gently.
Lito gazed at him lovingly for a moment, then struggled to return to an upright stance, hoping to maintain some semblance of dignity. Hernando brushed off the imaginary dust from his impeccably fitted vest and smirked. “You know, if you wanted my attention, Lito, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
Lito rolled his eyes. “It was the heat, Hernando–” and he backpedaled quickly, realizing an opportunity here, “but yes, I was so conquered by the strength of my emotions, so much fear, that it overcame me right here. Please, please, my love, never leave me, I will be so lost without you.”
“..Then you agree, Daniela’s armoire stays.” His face brooked no argument, and Lito sighed exasperatedly.
“But Hernando, it is so–” Hernando glared and Lito backpedaled, “but yes, yes, I agree, fine. Can we go home now?” With a petulant toss of his head and a roll of the eyes that has been known to set a million hearts aflame, Lito conceded the argument.
“Excellent.” Hernando rubbed his hands together excitedly. “Yes, our girl has ordered a lovely brunch for us. If you’ll behave, she’s promised us a day in bed, after.”
Strengthened by the promise of sustenance and pleasure, Lito tucked his arm into Hernando’s and breathed in deeply; the park was lovely this time of year and the air crisp. The rest of the day would prove to be quite satisfying, he suspected.