Carlos then looked at him curiously. “Two rooms?” he asked. “Why not just one with two beds?” Granted, the room he had was one bed… but that’s all he needed. “Oh, should we think about what to eat too? Clearly I can’t find a good restaurant for the life of me, if you remember that whole ‘sandwich’ thing.” He smiled at Hancock.
“Uh…. well, I wasn’t sure you’d wanna share a room with a guy ya just met. I personally don’t mind either way, just figured ya might prefer your privacy.” He admitted softly with a little smile. One room would make the most sense, but Hancock wasn’t about to push boundaries if Carlos didn’t seem comfortable with it. “I can find us a good place, dunno what’s most popular around these parts, but it’s all pretty much the same, heh. Worst case, pub food’s always good, as long as ya like burgers, that is.”
Carlos’ smile dropped. “You warning me because you’re planning on stealing my passport and my kidney?” he asked, scarily deadpan.
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