Carl chuckled lightly to himself, his once-dull eyes and unwavering frown now softening into a gentle, warm expression of the man he once was before he taken this job and wandered the Complex, though to discover horrors he could comprehend but only with a headache as punishment. He was still in his A-sync uniform, of course, but he wasn’t drinking anything alcoholic.

He had simply gotten himself a coca-cola, chatting along with a man he knew nothing of — other than the name ‘Todd Hiller’. A man way older than he was, with a massive age gap of 22 years.

" Haha… kids are a pain in the ass, man, but they’re sweet too. Could never hate my little moth. "

Carl smirked, listening to the other man speak with a thick accent and low voice — similar to a voice of an old radio.