"Alright, bring the paint," he said, as I reached the ground and dropped the paint bucket in relief. "Oh—that was heavy," I muttered, taking a deep breath and wiping my forehead. "I'm not sure if I can even do that again."
"I'm quite sure you can, don't worry, it's just a paint bucket. You literally hauled people over those bushes," he said.
"Yeah, that's why I'm tired!" I shrieked, bending down to gather energy. "I need to sit." Hans looked at me and paused for a moment. He shrugged. "You probably do, not gonna lie."
He pointed to the couch, where Barry was sleeping in a sitting form, which I nodded and inevitably took a seat. "I know you've been fighting those guys and all that fun stuff, so, you can take a rest."
