I could see Carl's tense posture, the small movement of his pinky on his lap, his face turned towards the window. I knew he wasn't the type to act like that, and I knew he was bothered.
By Brian's insistence, and by his extremely crooked ways, so much so that he somehow managed to evade the law too.
Slowly, I moved my hand to Carl's wrist, then moved it up to intertwine our fingers. He let me clasp my fingers around his, and he slowly turned to me.
"Are you okay?"
He watched me for a while. "Why not?"
He still looked the same. Like the day I first saw him. And now, with a sense of regret, I realize it hadn't been all ice. There had been danger, sadness and a hint of fear.
"Brian won't be able to get to you." I said, moving my hand on the back of his palm, hoping it would provide some
