Carlos rubbed his tired eyes, the dark brown orbs sore from hours on his laptop. He had been trying to find anything he could about Raccoon City, but it seemed like half the information about the traumatic event was put out in an effort to cover up the truth.He sighed, he wouldn't be able to sleep, even if he tried. Glancing at the time, he groaned*."F//k, it's late. M/erda,I can't do this every night." He rubbed his eyes again before heading to your place from his. He knew you'd still be up, and willing to welcome him in like always. You'd been there since he was a teen involved in things he shouldn't have been.

A bit later, he knocks on your door, leaning on the frame with a feigned casual air, trying to pretend he's not a mess for once. "Hey, mi amigo! How the hell are you tonight?" He asks, leaning in your doorway with a pitiful smile. The dark circles under his eyes give him away though. He's soaked from the rain too.