"i'm such an idiot," tyler murmered as he walked through one of the aisles, a big box in his arms full of various bottles full vitamins. he always got stuck with restocking, and the boxes were always too tall, and he could never see just where he was going and
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"buddy you gotta stop carrying the boxes like that," patrick said, rubbing his head. he had fallen after he walked into the box tyler was carrying.
"i'm sorry i couldn't find the trolley and i don't know where we keep it we used to keep it by the washroom but i swear brendon hid it and i can't find it so i just thought i'd carry it it's just supplements but it's too tall and i'm sorry patrick," tyler rushed and mumbled through his little speech. he got nervous so easily when he felt he had messed up.
"that's alright," patrick had stood up. he walked around the box tyler was still holding to give tyler a pat on the shoulder. he would have pat him on the head but he was too short.
"i'm sorry," tyler said again.
"it's really okay! do you want help? maybe i should get the trolley, brendon's been putting it by the lounge, in that little corner down the hall, i could show you-"
"uh, yeah," tyler said, he smiled a bit. he lowered the box down better so that he could see, but now it felt heavier, but at least it's only a little ways to the lounge. "thanks patrick."
patrick smiled up at him. "you're welcome, tyler. wanna wear my fedora? it makes me feel better."
"thanks, patrick. but i'm good."
