Carlos shook his head. “No, thank you. I’m good. Give me a
second…”Carlos picked up his bowl and dumped the remaining bits of
cereal and crumbs into his mouth. He chewed a bit, noisily, before taking the
juice he made and taking a giant gulp to wash all the dry food down.He hummed and nodded. “Okay, ready,” he said as he stood up,
grabbing his empty bowl and the bottle with him.“Heh, sorry, didn’t mean to make ya rush.” He chuckled, getting up from his seat and bringing his bowl over to the sink to leave it for later. “Is there anything I can do to help ya out with this? I mean, I don’t know anything about workin’ on terminals, but I could hand ya shit, or something.”
Carlos followed Hancock to the sink to set his bowl down. He
drank the rest of his juice and set the bottle down as well. “It’s no trouble
at all – I’ve been kinda eager to get to work on it.” He looked at Hancock. “Yeah,
you can help out. I know you wanted to be there just to make sure I didn’t
snoop or anything, right?”
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