Can you imagine Lito having a cold though???
“I cannot breathe Hernando. Hernando I am dying.”
“Hernando, Hernando it is too hot in here. It is too hot and the blankets are SUFFOCATING ME HERNANDO.”
*several hours of loud sniffing*
“Hernando do you still love me although I am disgusting and sick?”
“Why is this happening to me? I don’t deserve this. Am I not a good person? I do not deserve this.”
“These tissues are made of sandpaper, Hernando. My nose can take no more.”
“Hernando. Hernando I am cold why did you take the blankets off me? Hernando hold me.”
“I want to LIVE, Hernando.”
The Archery Range 