"Sir," he said hesitantly, glancing over at the older man briefly.

"May I speak with him alone for a minute?" He asked carefully.

The dark haired man raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Um, alright. Come find us when you're finished." He answered.

Andres shot his younger brother a worried look before walking over to the couch and sitting down next to his father. He walked over to the other side of the room, sitting down heavily on the floor.

"What's wrong?" He asked quietly.

He sighed. "I think I'm going crazy." He murmured softly.

Andres's jaw clenched in annoyance. Of course he could tell something was wrong. He had been...