He gets up and checks his watch a few times. Pulls out a book to read, tries to focus, stops. Replaces it. Yawns.

The door opens and KENT walks in wearing street clothes—he carries a carton of paper towels. Drops it. Silence.

KENT … oh.

GREG Hey, Kent.

KENT Greg.

GREG Geez … you’re back here more than I am.

KENT I fucking hope so.

GREG … that was meant to be a joke …

KENT Ok. (Beat.) I mean, I’m still an employee. Not “here” but for the same people …

GREG Right.

KENT They have me do a lot of deliveries and stuff. I know the plant and so you don’t have to explain it, like, forty times in Mexican to some dude if I just go do it.

GREG chuckles at this, trying to keep it light. KENT does as well. It’s a start.

GREG … makes sense.

KENT Yep. Plus I usually get to leave early that way, which I don’t hate …

GREG Gets you back home to Crystal, right?

KENT Uh-huh. (Beat.) So, you’re picking Carly up, I s’ppose?

GREG Yeah. Her car’s been acting up, so …

KENT Really? She didn’t tell me that. Not that I just saw her—I didn’t today, I didn’t even ask where she was—but she usually tells me about stuff like that. (Beat.) What, you think we don’t talk now?

GREG I don’t think about it too much at all.

KENT Whatever.

GREG Kent, I’m not … I’m just saying that’s your business. Yours and hers.

KENT Fuck, you should work in an embassy or something. You’re so diplomatic. (Beat.) Is that the right word?

GREG Yep. It is.

KENT Anyways … yeah, if something goes wrong with her car or at the duplex, that sorta thing, I tend to hear about it.

GREG Ok by me./ Yep.

KENT Great./ Super.

GREG You should let her know, then. I’m sure she’d appreciate it …

KENT She’s got my number. If it’s bad she’ll call./ Trust me …

GREG Ok./ Fine.

They wander off this topic and stand around for a minute.

KENT … you miss it here? Nights?

GREG Sometimes.

KENT You do?

GREG Yeah! Once in a while—we had some good times./ Every so often.

KENT I guess./ Right.

GREG … come on …

KENT A couple, maybe.

GREG More than that. (Beat.) Remember the night we locked that new foreman in the freezer for, like, an hour?/ ’Member that?

KENT Oh shit!/ Yes …

GREG That guy was SO pissed, but Rich covered the cameras and so they could … never …

KENT I heard he had frostbite on his pubes when he came outta there or something! Seriously!

GREG No!/ What?!

KENT Yes!/ Like dangling ice crystals! Fuck!!

They laugh at this. Guys laugh at the dumbest shit so it really isn’t a surprise. After a minute, they stop.

GREG … and speaking of “crystal” …

KENT Dude, stop./ Not funny.

GREG What?/ I was just gonna ask … if …