“I’m thirty-six,” Carlos told him, smiling slightly. “A bit older than thirty.” He then sniffed and turned his head to the windshield,
pretending to put on a bit of a pompous attitude. “I could practically be your father!” He was joking completely, of
course.“Well, that is a bit older than I thought, heh. Still not a huge difference though, not if ya ask me.” All he got in response to his other comment was a little eye roll and a snort as Hancock turned his attention back to the road ahead. “I still think you’re handsome as hell, even if ya are eight years older than me.”
Carlos looked at him and gave him a dorky grin. “Heh, thanks…
my dad’s still trying to tell me all the time.” He sighed. “Yeah, I know we
should technically now be in the same age group, but… I dunno, I guess I’m just
an over-thinker. Part of my job and all.”