Carlos looked up at Hancock, at first confused at what he
was talking about. But then he smiled and shook his head. “Nah, nothing like
that,” he said. He continued toward the little stove that Hancock had in the
Statehouse. “Hey, are you hungry?” he asked.“Sure, I could eat. What’re ya makin’?” With a smile, Hancock set his book aside and got up to cross the room and loop his arms around Carlos’ middle, standing on his toes just so he could rest his chin on the other man’s shoulder to watch what he was doing. “Is this what ya ran out for? To get us somethin’ nice for dinner?”
Carlos turned his head to glance at Hancock and he looked
back down at the bundle he had, still smiling. “Well, sort of,” he said. “I’m
not cooking it because… y’know, I can’t cook. It’s already made. I just need to
warm it up because I thought this would be perfect for the current season, with
how cold it’s been… you know?” He felt a little like he was blabbering a bit.
He was a little nervous, even though he knew Hancock would like what he sent
out for for dinner.
“Um… you wanna go ahead and get me a pot? To start warming
this up?”
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