A noise drew his attention and he saw it was his mother standing in front of the kitchen in her pajamas. "Juan, it's late."

"I was just getting a glass of water," he said as he rinsed the empty glass. "I'll be heading back to my room."

Juan walked past her and was about to make his way to his room when he heard her say, "Wait." He hesitated before he turned to look in her direction. "Can we have a talk."

He wanted to say no and that it was late. Instead, he gave a stiff nod and took a seat.