Ramon sees it as he starts sweeping up glass (totally neglecting to wipe up the puddle of tequila first, naturally) and it makes him stop what he's doing.

Shit.

It's important right now, in his head, to not let Martin be sad. Random wouldn't like it. So the brush is dropped and Ramon reaches down to him, picking him up and trying to move the cat away from his face with a gentle push.

'Whass' matter, filho?'