She watches him as he looks at himself in him and Imelda's bedroom window.

His arms are spread out, and, if she looks very hard, his eyes are hopeful, like a little kid. His mouth is stretched out into a line. He's wearing one of his signature mariachi suits, purple with sparkles down the sleeves.

He doesn't seem to notice her. She knows she should leave before he does. But she can't help herself. He hasn't dressed like this a long time.

She stands there so long that she hardly hears him when he asks that very familiar question in a wistful voice he only uses when he's lost in thought.

"Do I look like a superhero?"

The question turns her nonexsistent blood to ice.

He's not really talking to anyone. She knows that much. He's talking to himself, or at the very least, now he's pretending to talk to Ernesto.

As far as she knows, he only asks the question when he's deep in thought.

Do I look like a superhero?

He asks it even more now that Ernesto's not around anymore. Sometimes he even asks her now.

Do you think I look like a superhero, Ceci?

Whatever you say.

She honestly doesn't care what he looks like, but the question never disappeared, not even when the two of them grew up.

It shouldn't haunt her, and it doesn't, not exactly. But it still startles her when she hears it.

In every way, he does kind of remind her of a superhero. And he's the one that actually deserves the nickname.

"Yes, you do." She's stepped up behind him, breaking his state of contentment.

He jumps and whips around. "How long were you standing there?"

"Not very long," she answers.

"Were you spying on me?"

"Maybe."

"Do you like the outfit?"

"Kind of." She laughs. "You are asking a lot of questions."

"I know."

She steps up beside him. When she does, he asks, "How do I look?"

The question brings startling memories. Ones of the two of them hanging out with friends, him wearing a similar outfit to the one he has right now.

He looks at her. "You can be honest, Ceci. How do I look?"

She answers him with choked out words. "Like a... superhero."

He nods. She hears Imelda call his name moments later.

"Are you ready Héctor?"

He yells back, "Coming! One minute!"

He turns back to her. "We're going out tonight. Wanna join us?"

She says sí before she can stop herself. He smiles at her. "You look like a superhero, too, Ceci."

She gives him a little shove as the two of them go downstairs.