"Trouble was, Molly and I never really got around to many of those good times. It took years for her to even notice that I was alive and by the time she did, we were here and the world was falling apart all around us."
He wasn't exactly feeling sorry for himself and that might have been clear in his tone of voice. Things were what they were, and his method of coping would just have to be different than Maurice's.
Carlos hadn't missed Mag's other comment. He felt a little flash of guilt for bringing up Molly here and also for not bringing her someplace nicer. He would always miss Molly and those feelings would always be there, but he knew that moving on was the right thing to do. Assuming he could stop screwing things up long enough to do so. And of course, assuming the world could slow down in its imploding for long enough to do so.
"I'm sorry," he said. "You didn't come here to hear me blather on about Molly."
He still wondered, just a bit, why she had come here. Or more importantly, why she seemed to enjoy his company.
For all of his false bravado and arrogance, Carlos knew full well that he was just as flawed as the next guy. He just figured that acting the part usually led to actually being the part eventually.