Carlos laughed softly. “You know, I don’t hear that sort of
thing very often,” he said. “Mikey teases me about the grey all the time, but
not meanly. I just haven’t really thought of it as making me ‘distinguished’.”“Well, you should hear it more. I think you’re a very handsome man and you deserve to be told that more often.” He paused, then added. “Besides, that ‘salt and pepper’ look has always done things for me–– but that may just be me having a thing for older men, who knows?”
Carlos actually giggled at that. “Come on, man… I don’t
think I’m that much older than you. Am I?” He tried to think if Hancock had
told him how old he was – he was younger than Carlos, obviously, but by how
much? He didn’t know off the top of his head.