Ironically, it was a month that Karl was doing anything but sitting behind a desk and downing Snapple by the minute, chucking read caps at people passing by his door. Instead, the majority of the month had been spent on a mission that ended on rocky terms and had been close to causing half of Texas to fall into the Gulf of Mexico.
But that was his other life - his day job, rather. Every one of them had those and now that he was going to face the rest of his "kind", Karl had been careful about separating what was going on in his mind with what was going on with that tin heart of his.
Throughout the entire trip down to Texas - nostalgia almost settling uncomfortably in his stomach - Karl didn't talk much to Alex, who was arriving along with him. Chances were, she could see right through him, which she normally did, but he didn't say more than he wanted to give away.
They arrived at the estate a few hours later and were placed right to work. Karl had greeted Julius with a smile and a firm handshake, going off to 'handle the table' as directed, eager to have something to distract him. Granted, it wasn't 'go construct a table out of that car', it was enough to keep Karl busy for now, looking forward to the arrival of the rest of them.