[ he nods, before pulling out his phone and calling Thatcher's landline. ]

" Hey. Uhm, Thatcher told me to call you. He's currently on the floor, uh. " [ he seems a bit nervous as he speaks. ] " Can you come pick Thatcher up? He's looking like absolute shit. "

" Thatcher's office, Mandela Police Department. " [ his voice seemed to get slightly softer as he spoke. ]

" You don't need to do that for me mate... I'm all good. Thank ya' though. "

" No, no, mate. I'm all good. You don't need to 'elp me out. " [ his voice was sharp and serious. ] " I'm fine. Just come and get Thatcher before he wonders why I'm stallin'. "

" ...fine. See you in a few kid. "

[ the dumbfuck is carrying Thatcher over his shoulder, huffing. ] " Here you go- " [ he collapsed after setting Thatcher in the car. clearly he's out of shape or something- ]

[ he didn't speak at all, just buckled up his seatbelt. ]

" Dave Lee. Partner to Thatcher in most investigations... owner of MandelaTECH. " [ he seems a bit nervous, but that's probably because he's exhausted from a long day. ]

[ he just shakes his head. something is holding him back from speaking, but he doesn't want to speak... he's a nervous type. ]

" mhm. " [ he looks out the window, keeping silent. ]

" Pretty well. We've worked together for a few years... I'd consider us friends but he doesn't seem like the kind of guy to... have friends. " [ he shrugs. ]

" He's never really told me what he dislikes... either that or when he did tell me I wasn't in focus. " [ he sighs, leaning his head back on the headrest. ] " He doesn't really tell me much these days. All he tells me is stuff about the alternate reports. "

" Maybe. " [ he was silent again. ]

" I guess. " [ he's definitely hiding something, it's almost like he knows the truth but wants to investigate more. ] " So enough about me. What's something about you? "

" I guess yeah. Surviving is a good thing. At least Thatcher was nice and took you in... I guess. " [ he makes a little shrug. ]