Andrew's more than willing to abandon work for pretty much any excuse. Not that he's lazy, but because he does the same old shit every day and a distraction every once and a while is exactly what his therapist ordered. Only his therapist didn't actually order that and Andrew's making shit up as he goes, but fuck it, right?
He's got something of a wry smile on his face when Caston shakes his hand, but he keeps his smartass to a minimum. He's a nice guy, you know, whatever. He can shake hands if he wants to, even if it's the 21st century and that's practically the equivalent of bowing now. At least he doesn't mind shaking dirty ass hands, some of the uppity bitches he deals with on the daily would sooner shake an asshole with their mouth.
"Nope," he answers, tossing the rag back onto the workbench. "But he should be back soon. Come on, I'll unlock the break room for you, you can wait in there."
It's not usually locked anyway, but with Dean gone and Peter's shift drawing to a close, most of the building's on quiet mode.
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He's got something of a wry smile on his face when Caston shakes his hand, but he keeps his smartass to a minimum. He's a nice guy, you know, whatever. He can shake hands if he wants to, even if it's the 21st century and that's practically the equivalent of bowing now. At least he doesn't mind shaking dirty ass hands, some of the uppity bitches he deals with on the daily would sooner shake an asshole with their mouth.
"Nope," he answers, tossing the rag back onto the workbench. "But he should be back soon. Come on, I'll unlock the break room for you, you can wait in there."
It's not usually locked anyway, but with Dean gone and Peter's shift drawing to a close, most of the building's on quiet mode.