When Opportunity Itself Knocks on the Door

Walton felt sorry for Martin. The boy clearly had feelings for Steve and was clearly worried about his condition. His gaze reminded Karl of Steve's eyes when Walton suddenly appeared without warning. There was a keen fear in those eyes that Karl was bringing the worst news possible.

"Relax, it's okay," Walton announced, instead of the standard hello. His words calmed Martin visibly. The boy breathed a sigh of relief.

"But then ..."

"It doesn't look like business is going very well," Walton noted.

"This is temporary trouble," Martin remarked, his face pouting. The boy clearly felt proud to work in this antiquated place.

"Good." Karl had no intention of offending the workshop. "I didn't mean anything by it, we just… we need to talk. There's been a lot going on lately and I don't have much time, so I guess I'm glad I'm not interrupting you with anything important. Can we leave for a few minutes? "

"Is it about Steve?" Martin was concerned.