[Despite himself, he leans in to make sure he’s catching every word, still not looking Héctor’s way. He was doing it to try and push Héctor way a little, but here he was, making Maverick want to come closer all on his own. Fucking hell.]

Hnn. [Wow. Stunning. Eloquent as fuck. Maybe if his brain wasn’t tripping over “wanting something here” and filling in that “something” with himself. Not even romantically, really — though wow, Ricky’s stupid crush was still right fucking there, huh — but just...being wanted at all. Being seen instead of used.] ...I think he’s a fucking moron. Anyone who goes and breaks a heart like yours and doesn’t immediately wanna stab their own out, they got a load of shit wrong with ‘em, it ain’t fucking fair. Tía picked right, dummy.