[ Alberto meets Luz's eye when she takes his hand, letting his other hand go limp with the fishing rod in it. He lets her hold his hand while she speaks, staring at her, his brow knotting more and more after every other word. "No wonder you're trying not to be sad about it" hits him hard somehow, and it takes a moment to respond. He heaves his chest with a deep, shaky breath, that sharp sort of sigh that happens on the border between "holding it together" and "completely crumbling out of nowhere," zero to one hundred. ]
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