[ Kyle still doesn't really seem to give much regard to the other as he gathers up his things and drops them back into their bags. A quick glance at a box of the mothballs in a bandaged hand, he chucks them into bag and nods his thanks for the help. ]
Don't sweat it.
[ He maneuvers in a way to stack the bags against his chest again and goes to lift them when a picture falls out from inside his jacket and gently touches down onto the ground. Face down. Kyle not exactly seeing since his view is a little obstructed by the bags at the moment. ]
hello son, it's dad
Don't sweat it.
[ He maneuvers in a way to stack the bags against his chest again and goes to lift them when a picture falls out from inside his jacket and gently touches down onto the ground. Face down. Kyle not exactly seeing since his view is a little obstructed by the bags at the moment. ]
No harm no foul as they say.