“I’ve got some duct tape if you wanna fix that bag of yours,” Stiles offered, reaching into his bag and wiggling a roll in the air. “This stuff works wonders, you know. Here,” he said, talking a few steps towards the man as he ripped a strip of tape off. “It’ll hold, trust me.”
A small smile tugged at Thomas’ lips, “Carry that around everywhere with you, do you?” The man then offered him a strip of it, and he murmured, “One sec.” He was still trying to gather up everything. He didn’t have much. It was mostly clothes, the odd half-whittled carving, his Evie-approved first aid kit, a handful of burner phones. Nothing he couldn’t live without or buy again. Still, he didn’t want to lose any of it if he didn’t have to. Once it was all in a pile, he took the tape and started piecing the bag back together, saying, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Stiles sucked air in between his teeth, “Yeah, my jeep carries it’s fair share of problems that duct tape fixes pretty well. She’s delicate.” He took a few steps toward the man, getting a glimpse of the contents of the bag. He ripped another piece for the man, holding it out between them. “Geez, you’ve got quite a few burners in there. You runnin’ from something?” His question was followed with a few nervous chuckles, as he looked at the other man’s face.
Cisco backup 