It might be, Carlos thought, that they spent a lot of time talking about Ollie. Hell, Gael might be a safer subject of conversation now, and that had never been the case. "Gael just has an apartment," he said. It was, admittedly, a rather ridiculously palatial apartment in LA, but still. "But once your sister gives me the keys to storage shed where she stashed everything I own, it'll be fine."

He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but helping Gael get back on his feet would keep him busy for a while.

"I could always show you how it's done," he said, though, with a smirk. "I'd bring shame on my family if I couldn't hang drywall."