[Carlos dutifully copies the information, mouthing each letter as he writes the name down, as to not make a mistake. He's still admiring his correct spelling when Bruno asks about the death date, and his hand stalls in the middle of the word "September". While he doesn't visibly react, the pattern of his shirt shifts, as if startled by something.]
...Yeah, that'd be good, I guess.
[And then, out of force of habit of having to apologize for any slight inconvenience:]
no subject
...Yeah, that'd be good, I guess.
[And then, out of force of habit of having to apologize for any slight inconvenience:]
Sorry.