It isn't until they step inside of Manolo's apartment that Marty feels himself growing anxious. This would be the first time he attempted any kind of recovery at all for a very long time. Decades, maybe? When did he give up? It's been so long, his brain can't even remember the date. It's kind of weird, though; normally he could remember that pretty well. Maybe his memory was going.
"I'm fine. Thanks though." He smiled to Manolo, before sinking down into a chair. This guy was going to try and help him recover his lost music career. Marty couldn't mooch more off of him more than he already was. "Do whatever you gotta do first though. Okay?"
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"I'm fine. Thanks though." He smiled to Manolo, before sinking down into a chair. This guy was going to try and help him recover his lost music career. Marty couldn't mooch more off of him more than he already was. "Do whatever you gotta do first though. Okay?"