He grins. “I’m a nice person. And as you said, we’re friends, and I don’t know about you, but as far as my experience goes, friends help each other out.” He just wants you to work for him. But that’s not all it is. He looks laidback. It doesn’t feel like he’s here, suffering through every minute spent in my presence. His pose is casual, feet stretched out and whole body relaxed. Spending time with me doesn’t seem to be a chore for him. I could be wrong, but it almost feels like Law Anderson might enjoy my company. Maybe. I think.
