Carlos let go of his collar and shrugged slightly. “It’s… it’s been a while,” he said. “Honestly, I haven’t been keeping track.”
Except he had been. He knew exactly what day it was that he had been sent out. He just didn’t acknowledge it verbally because… well, it just depressed him, to say the very least.
Kira nods in belief, not noticing any discomfort that Carlos may have conveyed.
“I see. Well, I am at least glad to have you here to bring me books. Even if it’s mostly based on the fact you’ll be compensated. You’ve brought me some good ones. Ones I wouldn’t have been able to read where I come from either. I know what it’s like to have thinks limited and prohibited.”
“Hey now, I didn’t say that I didn’t like seeing you happy with the books,” Carlos told her, a smile growing on his face again. “Friends like to see friends happy… or is that a cultural difference that I”m missing?” He then looked at her. “Where are you from? If… I mean, if you’re okay with me asking.”