[He's quiet after that, pressing his thumb against his wrist like he's trying to take his pulse. After a moment, he drops both of his hands to his lap, staring at the ground.]

I'm not... not interested. [REASSURING, CARLOS. You fool. You peon. He glances at him briefly, though, offering him a smile.] And I'm glad that you took my advice to heart.

[Taking what you want and living without regrets goes hand in hand, probably. Still...]

... You got any plans for after all of this is over?