Carlos was silent for a moment, looking between Harry and York. He shook his head slowly then said, “Like I said, you all are a fucked up little family, ain’t you?” That was putting it mildly. Attempted murder, sex, souls? With that woman and this man?
What the fuck, times ten?
But it wasn’t his problem, if they thought they had a handle on it that was fine. Carlos was enough of an adult to let them sort their own problems. He did look at York and eye him though, curious. Protector of the people indeed.
“Is he for real?” He asked Harry.
Harry smiled, not even trying to hide it. “Yeah, he’s for real. York’s good people, ‘Los, the best kind.”
Carlos looked at Harry briefly then back at the soldier. “Alright, well, any friend of Harry’s is my friend.” Then he finally reached out to shake the big guy’s hand.
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The reference about him being ‘for real’ went over the blonde’s head and he shot Harry a curious look before looking back at Carlos. He wasn’t quite sure what that was supposed to mean. Had he said something insane? Had he done something wrong? Well, apparently not, because that hand was coming out and the Spartan smiled slowly and leaned forward to take it, gripping firmly for a minute. “I’m York, by the way.” Since, you know, he hadn’t actually, properly introduced himself. He didn’t consider introduction by gun-point to really be an introduction. “Agent New York.” He’d mentioned he was a soldier, after all.
That hand was released a moment later and he sat back against the couch again, legs spreading a little to get comfortable.
“You met Texas, of course. I promise she’ll calm down, she always does. Just, you’re new and you’re injured and you pointed a gun at something that belongs to her, and she’s a little bit possessive.” Once she realized Carlos wasn’t trying to hurt something of hers (like she’d thought Harry had been trying to hurt York), she would calm down.