selfmedicatingmayor:

the-perfect-scientist :

Carlos laughed. “Of course,” he said. He took
a breath. Well, the joke couldn’t harm much, he supposed. “I was just thinking…
about how the country is so small and compact, and how you definitely match
your surroundings, being small yourself.” He looked at Hancock and gave him a smile – halfway apologetic.

He glanced over, raising an eyebrow, then a smirk slowly spread across his face and he let out a laugh, shaking his head. “Well, ya ain’t wrong, mate. I know I’m pretty damn tiny, used to get shit for it when I was a kid, at least until folks realized I didn’t give a shit about it. I don’t actually mind bein’ so small, it’s just frustrating when I need somethin’ off the top shelf.”

Carlos nodded. “Oh yeah, I can sort of
understand. My brother takes it in stride too, but he hates reaching for things
walking people can reach easily.” He smiled a little wider toward Hancock,
relieved the joke wasn’t too much.