Don't count on it. Whatever's broken in here can't be glued back together.

[If there's a god in heaven, he doesn't love Yael enough to let him stop laughing. Yael briefly looks away, and when he looks back at Hector and sees that pout curl into a frown, he struggles to contain another wheeze of amusement.]

I don't know, you jackass. That's the problem... hehe.