[ he almost smiled at that long, drawn out "maybe" but he did neither as he wrapped his hands around the cart, ready to wheel it away to pick up a new load of freshly laundered sheets, a new set of clothes to wear that were just as dull and lifeless as the one he wore.
White had never been a favored choice. It showed the grime far too quickly for daily use. In time, it too would become grey, a pale copy of what it once was. ]
Take care... and thank-you. [ And so he moved on, calm and efficient in his movements as he concentrated solely on the task at hand, blanking out his thoughts, burying himself in the contractors creed of emotionless rationale.