Oh, I can feel how cathartic this was you - beautifully done. The part where he breaks the mirror was a perfect metaphor of recognition - not knowing his own mind or his face. I love how clever your writing is!

And Andres - that was just gorgeous. So good to have a friend that you can't push away, and never gives up on you.

"Hey, whose side are you on here, anyway?" he demands, pretending to be offended, and pushes Andrés away, but very, very gently.

"I can't believe you even have to ask," Andrés says, not quite smirking, as he gathers up the first aid supplies. ♥

I remember getting a fucking red card instead of our penalty kick Ouch - that's a pretty painful twofer. But at least you made something good come out of the mess.

Very, very nice.