Miguel almost stopped what he was doing when Nik brought up legality. He stared at him a moment, but he had brought it up so off-handedly that it didn't seem he was accusing him or about to pick a fight over it. Still, it suggested he knew. Miguel understood that it was Wrong, but there was a greater injustice working illegally in the States solved...
"Si," he told Nik at last, eyes dropping to his work. For a long minute, he said nothing else. He appeared to be concentrating on his work, the smiling, friendly person he had been a moment ago gone and replaced by this silent, thoughtfully frowning man.
At last, he rose to his feet and disappeared into the bathroom. There was the sound of a handful of glass falling against something, then Miguel returned with the bathroom waste bin. He should of thought of his sooner. Nik wouldn't need to move nearly as much now.
"/This is the first time I've done anything like this. My family needs to eat,/" Miguel confessed. He reached into his pocket to draw out the photo. The woman in the photo was beautiful, partly in her youth and partly because motherhood seemed to suit her. She pointed towards the camera, her face frozen in a smile. Nestled in her arms was a young baby, her eyes bright and alert as she followed the direction of her mother's hand. He looked down at the picture a moment, his face a picture of love mixed with sadness. He missed them more every day... Lifting his gaze, he said, "Gracias. /It is good advice./" It was advice Miguel tended to follow as soon as they docked.
"/You're lucky that your family is with you. Josefina is here, as I said. And I learned my brother-in-law won one of the tickets./" But it wasn't enough of his family, not nearly enough.