Kid pulls another beer from the plastic bag and sets it between them, an open invitation for Hector to keep enjoying himself.
"Yeah, s'pose you're right on that count. There's perks to finding Sacramento like this." Empty, that is. And even if its emptiness gives Kid a bad feeling, the benefit is right there where Hector points it out: space. Room to move. More territory than one pack can deal with, really. Not that he's complaining about it, exactly.
"Back in Ocala or thereabouts, where I came up, where I changed too, there weren't too many of the People. Pretty nice distribution actually. Problem was, Them," it's clear he's referring to the Pure, "the bastards. We never really stopped fighting for territory." Until they took it. Kid pounds the rest of his beer, trying to hide the sadness on his face. "That place had a long history with the People." The unspoken part of that sentence is apparent in his gloomy tone: not anymore.
God damnit, Kid. Keep it together, he chides himself. Because he knows he's got to keep his eyes on the here and now. This is his chance to make up for what happened back down South. To show he, along with his pack, can hold their territory. Hunt it, clean it, and keep it.
"I feel you, man. I got the ache too. Been growing in me for a while." Another beer is extracted from the bag, this time for himself. He cracks it open, gulps, and burps. "And here we are. Like I was saying in the park the other: seems like it's meant to be." He pauses, fixing Hector with his guileless blue eyes, "I think we can make things work here." He gestures in the direction of downtown with his can, the beer audibly sloshing. "I think we have to." No one else around to do it.
"I'm startin' to see your point, Hector. Plenty to do, plenty of cover. Varied territory. Good for keeping tabs on new arrivals." He nods, clicking his tongue in his mouth. "Yeah, I see it." Twin streams of tobacco smoke are exhaled through his nose. He'd taken to Discovery Park because it had reminded him of home. But he can't argue with Hector's point. "Well, fuck. Maybe we should get the gang together soon and check out the yards, then?"