Carlos nodded, and sighed. "I guess the show must go on. Honestly, I'd rather go hide with you for a few hours."

George grinned a little. "And do what?"

Carlos chuckled somewhat self-deprecatingly. "Well, once the adrenaline overload stops fouling my stomach, I figured on taking it out on you in the nicest way possible."

"Oo! Huh. Shit! I hate my job sometimes."

Carlos smiled weakly. "Yeah, well, I need to walk some of this shit off anyway." He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, then redonned boots and socks and started working on tying their belongings to his back again.