*laughs* hell fucking no, dude
*he
trembles slightly and takes some tissues* .. t-thanks.. *he dried his
tears quickly and glanced around* c-.. can we go back to talking a-about
fish..?*he nods* Sure… absolutely. *Carlos plans to talk to the
counselors and try to get into touch with Max’s parents – they need to know
what happened anyway. But he kind of dreads meeting them.**he stands up and gently takes Max’s hand to walk him over
to sit at the fire pit* Let’s go sit down. So, when I get the tackle and
license I can teach you how to fish. As a kid, you’ll be able to do it without
a license as long as an adult is watching you.r-really? *he smiles slightly, looking up at the other* … what’s a ‘tackle’?
Oh, it just means the bait and line and hooks and stuff.
why not just call it ‘fishing kit’ then? *he glances around the fire pit before sitting*
*Carlos just shrugs* I’m not sure – I’m a scientist, not a
vocabulary expert. *he sits down next to Max*the english language is weird… alot of things are weird if you think about it *he looked out over the lake* but i guess that’s just life..
Yeah. But part of a scientist’s job is finding explanations
for the weird. Not in language, but in life I mean.
The Perfect Scientist 