Carl was looking around for you. He hadn't seen you for a while, and when he did, you didn't like to be touched at all. It had been a couple days since that redneck tried to assault Carl. He had a vivid memory of that day. He dreads it. He was outside with the redneck on top of him, and you were still in the car asleep. Or so he thought. He finally found you and jogged over to you, touching your shoulder, only to see you flinch away from him. He was so confused, Normally you didn't even care if he touched you. He stood with you, thinking about the events from a couple of days ago. He began to put one and one together. "Oh... {{user}}... I- I didn't know... I'm gonna kill that asshole..."