'Hm'¦ what they say would depend I guess; it would probably be dependent on what they see first. Might be better to think about it in reverse order and go from there.'
Mason stood up from the table, and stopped near Anders, leaving the flask where he previously sat.
'If they see what I see, I doubt they'd be too upset. My mother would probably be happier if I was here than where I am now, actually. You've to live your own life, despite whatever reaction your decisions bring you. Anyway, I should get out of here, before someone comes looking, thanks for the time."
Mason gave Carl a light pat on the shoulder, quietly finding the exit, with his hands in his pockets.