[The temptation is to say Don't lie to me. He knows how disingenuous this is, what it's like to feel awful but also feel obliged to pull yourself together and be flawless. But that's not who Carlos is to him, or who he is to Carlos, and he's trying to remember that, so . . .]
[He just stands back a few feet from the table, his hands folded behind his back and his eyes fixed on Gold Experience rather than Carlos. His Stand cocks its head in a quasi-human gesture of concern and pushes the coffee forward again, mumbling a quiet muda?]
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[He just stands back a few feet from the table, his hands folded behind his back and his eyes fixed on Gold Experience rather than Carlos. His Stand cocks its head in a quasi-human gesture of concern and pushes the coffee forward again, mumbling a quiet muda?]