Carlos was surprised that Hancock was
suddenly hugging him, but after a partial moment he put his arms around the
other and held onto him, trying to breath out high-strung tension in his chest.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to…
freak like that either. I… I shouldn’t have.
And… I shouldn’t have switched languages on you. Y-you’re right, I was
talking about myself and stuff but… I’m sorry if- if that shut you out or
something…” Carlos made a soft, pitiful sound and tried to bury his head into
Hancock’s shoulder. “My head hurts…”
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