Compared to the absolute sh!t show of a day he was having, Enrique Montoya (at this point in time) was as relaxed as someone could be. Maybe that was the sheer amount of pain killers he was given in the emergency room, nevertheless, unbothered was the best term to now describe him. Sure he could still be his assh0le self - take the sentiment to Lenora, for example - but overall, nothing really mattered. He was numb to all of it.
After he said his piece to Annie Williams, Enrique once again closed his eyes. He honestly wouldn’t have minded just going to sleep right then and there. Who cared if his father was waiting for him, god who really cared about anything anymore? The fact that his father really thought that he would be moving back to the house was a mixture of ironic, sad, yet, hilarious all mashed into one situation. As if he’d ever go back there - to that house with…all of… them. That big ol’ happy family. Yeah right. He was barely one of them as it was. Diego, Raph, Isabella honestly would do better without him anyways, and truthfully, Enrique Montoya preferred being alone. It was… serene.
He heard the girl in front of him answer his sentiment, though he made no effort to open his eyes and face her with her words of being on the dark path longer. “Annie, if you were on the ‘dark path’ I think we would have crossed paths before now. If I had to make a guess, you’re just now coming down the rabbit hole. At least, further, than you have been before. Never too late to turn back if you’re scared, sweetie,” he stated. It was at her next words that an amused look became prevalent on his features. Opening one eye, he stared at her, looking at the girl who turned towards him. “No worries - I thought it’s my civic duty to let you know the police are thinking about you. Maybe they’ll even send you a Christmas card,” he stated, before leaning closer. “What a bore. There are some messages worth sending. Like a fck you or go to hell - though I guess you’re a little to scared to send those huh? I wouldn’t be surprised, go back up the rabbit hole. Sometimes the bad look isn’t for everyone… truly… nothing to be ashamed of. Though… if you… .dare… travel a little further. I have a message you could send to dear ol’ dad. Though it would require sneaking out of this dump,”