Carlos hurriedly scrubbed at his hands, which stung a little bit, and then dabbed at the spot on his elbow with a wet paper towel. When he deemed it clean enough he came out, still holding a folded up towel to the wound before going to the front counter for a band aid. Once he got one he located Sylvain and came back smiling.
“Got it!” he said triumphantly as he sat down across from him. He was glad the SSP hadn’t decided to pick him up. “Hey, mind helping me with this? I only have one hand to use.” He offered the band-aid to the other man.
“Oh, yeah, sure.” he said.
He took the white paper off of the adhesive areas, and reached forward, carefully applying it.
“So,” he said, as he smoothed over the adhesive ‘legs’. “you’re one of the few people I know who moved here instead of being born Night Valian. Is it alright if I pick your brain?”
“Being in Night Vale has given me foresight to clarify if you mean literally,” Carlos said with a slight smile.
