He struggled with the parts, and trying not to get his clothes covered with grease. He just hated the feel of it sliding through the fabric, seeping onto his skin. Chance didn't dump them into the car though; he tried to place them carefully so they fit like a jigsaw puzzle. Dorian had almost complimented him. Well considering how he'd been treating Chance, it might actually have been considered a compliment. The young man couldn't really be sure.

"So what do we do next?" He leaned against the car carefully. It wasn't his, and it seemed like something Dorian would want to be careful with.