Okay, I can tell you're a smart man, Lalo. Really and for true!
Maybe I do hide things? But never from you! C'mon, what would I even have to hide from you? Like I'd have any information you don't already have!
I'm not suspicious! I'm the exact opposite! I'll tell you what's on my mind constantly, I mean, look at me, I never shut up!
What's so suspicious about that?!
If I pre-put my legs in casts, do you think that'll keep Mike from breaking them?
I mean who's crazy enough to break someone's legs if they think they're already broken, right? It's genius!
Not complain! Advocate! It's what I do!
...But, uh. What exactly are you even asking me to do, here? Stand around and look pretty? Because — hah!— big check mark there.
"Excellent! I knew I meat something to you!"
"And, if I may, allow me to regard ourselves as not only good, good friends, but as—"
A finger held up as he pauses for the overly dramatic effect.
"Best. Friends."
"Hey, that's great!"
"Missing me means you'd always be miserable if I wasn't around, right?"
"Which means I should stay alive as long as possible and you should help me out with that endeavour!"
"I mean, uh...I miss you too?"