"Si!" He calls from out of the staff door. A barista smiles and tells him they'll take care of it, don't worry, and starts to gather up the drinks.

It's not too far from Jim's house, a five minute drive if that, but Berto insists that the both of them are strapped in for the ride.

Berto pulls up to a gate that opens when he comes close enough to it. The driveway isn't long, but the gate is high enough to stop other people from parking on Jim's property and wow, what a property it is. If Walter didn't know how much money his friend had before, he definitely does now. Jim's only ever worn moderate clothing and his car is a relatively old Ford Focus that just sits there on the driveway. No wonder he was so insistent that he'd be able to take care of Bones. He could probably easily house three rabbits on the front garden alone.

Berto Man-handles Jim to his front door and Jim jsut about manages to fish his keys out, unlock the door, and stumble face first into a sofa.

Berto gives Walter a look that conveys 'what can you do, huh?' and pats him on the shoulder.

"Let me know when he is awake, Let him know to text me. It is nice meet you, Walter." He smiles, but he has a shop to run so he can't stay long.

So now, Walter's in this big ass house with a Jim snoring lightly on the sofa.