Brothers at heart

Xander's POV

Finding Carl sitting in my office, two days after I had announced to him his intending death, doesn't really sit right with me. He sat down on the chair with his back hunched, all adorned in black like a grim reaper. I have no idea if Carl had intentions to keep me silent and that bloody Miguel let him in.

If I die by Carl's hands, I will haunt Miguel for the rest of his entire life. Taking a deep breath, I made a move towards my chair. While being cautious of any sort of movement that Carl might intend to make.

After sitting my butt down for close to five minutes, and he still didn't raise his head. I cleared my throat to get his attention. His movement was so slow I was about to scream out like a banshee in frustration.

“I know you didn't come here for a takeout or sightseeing. I do have a lot on my plate to handle, can you make your visit swift and short?” I muttered.

Carl raised his head, looking at me dead in the face. “We aren't really talk buddies, I know. But,