Carlos shook his head, still holding onto
Hancock’s sleeve. “I- I don’t wanna,” he giggled. “It’d be too dangerous! I’m
sorry – I’m sorry, I’m trying to stop!”“Too dangerous? C’mon, they’ll be plenty distracted and besides, I’d protect you, ya know that. We’re doin’ it. If I gotta live with that memory, someone else should too.”
Carlos was still cackling softly, his head
pressed into Hancock’s shoulder. He tried to take deep breaths. Trying to calm
himself.
“You…. You should take an actual scientist
with you, then,” he said, lifting his head and grinning at Hancock. He took
another deep breath. “Okay… I think I’m good now…”
The Perfect Scientist 