“Does the idiot want me to still fix his door?” Josias exclaims indignantly, “May he go to hell!”

“Josias, try to be reasonable!” Teodoro frowns, not liking the boy's language, “You overreacted; you could have knocked on the door. Or rather, you could have called me.”

“I don't know where your room is.”

“How can you not?” Teodoro claps his hands on his thighs, “My room is the first on the first floor! Is the easiest to find!”

“I'm sorry, Seu Teodoro, at the time I didn't think—”

“You were so upset about Jeremiah that you rushed over. If it were another tenant, you wouldn't kick the door.”

Josias is...