Rob sighed, running a hand through his hair. "What am I supposed to say, el? That he needs to stop loving Krys? That he has to stop using? He's never listened to me el. That's not gonna change because he's fucked up on drugs again." He almost yelled, looking worried and frustrated. He ran a hand through his hair again, sighing. "Krys has ways of getting through to him I'll never understand. That's why she needs to be told." He said flatly, getting out of bed, and leaving out the door, slamming it. When he got to the car, he cried in his hands, about indio, about Elena. What off she didn't wanna marry him now because of this?
The next morning, rob went to krys's place, red eyed and deflated. When she hoped the door, he hugged him, pulling him into the living room and to the couch. "Oh god Robby, what happened?" She asked, worried about him, worried about Elena, and worried about Indio.