He hadn't seen Hernando or Daniela in three months. He hadn't heard Hernando's voice, or eaten a meal Hernando had made, or buried his face into a pillow that smelled like Hernando's shampoo.
Three months. If he'd thought being apart from Hernando for the few days that Dani was gone, before he rescued her and won Hernando back, was difficult, then this was torture. Lito was an actor, though. He was one of the best (in his opinion). If he could pretend to be El CaĆdo or any other dozen roles, then he could pretend to be okay here, alone. He could try.
It'd gotten easier once he started to make friends. Lito had always been a social butterfly. His own melodrama prevented him from socializing when he was in one of his funks, but he was naturally fond of other people. He liked being the center of attention. He liked having friends, and he liked being liked. Once he started to offer classes to people around the mountain, he started to feel more like his old self again. Choreographing a dance with MJ gave him a goal; spending time with Chris was just fun. He needed more fun in his life.
He could feel his mood lifted almost immediately, and when he opened the door, it was with a smile. "I hope you're ready to work."