Though she looked as if she might shatter right there, Diego said nothing. Instead, he walked down to the twelfth floor with her, taking each step very slowly. He could feel the sadness weighing him down as they passed his door, moving instead to hers.
Once outside 1206, Diego turned to her, taking both her hands again. "Here we are," he said simply, his face strained. He was trying to remain pleasant, but he could feel the itch of emotion behind his eyes.