not gre- we? i’d say we’re doing pretty good i guess ?
L: Max, i think Carlos meant just you..
oh..
*smiles awkwardly* No, I didn’t mean ‘we’ as in ‘you and I’… Sorry to confuse you. I was asking about you.
yeah then.. not all that great honestly..
Yeah, I, uh… I heard. I’m sorry, Max.
*he shrugs* it’s alright, life is shyt and i should just get used to it..
I’m sorry to hear that…
Hey… I promised you I’d take you out to get shirts. You wanna… you wanna go do that, Max?
oh.. yeah i guess *he shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing away slightly*
Come on… it’ll be fun. My treat. *he smiles and offers Max a hand to hold. Carlos isn’t sure if Max wants to talk about anything, but he did want to help the kid feel better.*
*he hesitates before holding Carlos’ hand* so.. this might sound weird, but where you buy clothes? like i know they’re sold in stores, but are there stores just for clothes? cause i don’t think i’ve ever actually seen one…
There are. But clothes there tend to be a little more expensive because they’re ‘specialty’ stuff or whatever. But places like Target… it’s cheaper. I usually just wear jeans and tshirts anyway… I get my labcoats online.
really? huh.. alright so are we going to Target? *he looks up at Carlos*
I was thinking that, or a supermarket like that. And then we can go out and get ice cream, or some other treat. You okay with that?
*he smiles and nods* hell yeah!
*Carlos felt a little relieved, thankful that Max seemed excited* Alright. Let’s go get my car then. What kind of shirts do you think you’ll get?
*his smile fades slightly as he thinks* i dunno, aside from my hoodie, i never got a choice in what i wore…
Oh. Well, that’s totally okay. We’ll have a look and you can actually see what you like, alright? I think there’s some Minecraft graphic tees available… if you like that sort of thing, I mean. If not, there’s other things too.
*he smiles again* alright! and.. thanks for this Carlos
You’re absolutely welcome, Max. *Carlos smiles at him and they make it to his car. He opened the back door for Max to climb inside.* Remember your seatbelt.
*he chuckles* yeah, not making that mistake twice– er uh.. better safe then sorry! *he quickly puts his seatbelt on*
*Stares at Max for a moment, concerned. But then quietly closes the door and goes to the driver’s seat. A story for another time, he figured. He starts the car and an oldies radio station starts to play*
*he looks at the radio as it starts playing, quietly listening*
*Carlos starts to pull the car away and head down the road* So… what kind of treats would you like? Gotta start thinking about that, Max.
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