When he was done, Don Quixote sorted the documents, then stood up and gave Li Wei a hug.
"I've still got to get to work over in Dyker Heights," he said. "Don't get into any trouble here, and don't—Fack! How'd you get so ripped?"
He took two steps back, looking Li Wei up and down, then couldn't resist stepping forward again to squeeze Li Wei's arm.
"I remember when you first got here, you were as scrawny as a chick," he cursed. "How the hell are you built like a North American bison a month later?"
Li Wei stroked his chin. "I have no idea," he said thoughtfully. "Could it be I'm just naturally talented?"
"It'd be a miracle if you weren't... If I'd known, I would've gotten you a job laying bricks with me. You'd be a natural," Don Quixote said, glancing at how Li Wei's arms strained against his sleeves. He laughed in spite of himself. "Ah, forget it. You're a kid who knows his own mind. I'm off."
