“Could’ja hand me that wrench?"

You head lolls towards Dirk, your cheek propped against your hand as you sit on his workbench. In your spacy daze, it takes you a second to process his question before you lean down towards the box at your feet. You blank at the sight of so many tools. “Which… one?”

He doesn’t look up from his project. “The 6 inch. It’s got an adjustable jaw.”

You grab what you assume to be the correct tool and pass it to him. He takes it with a quiet, ‘Thanks bro.’