Carlos gently head-butted him. “Stop… just stop. It wasn’t
you.” Carlos didn’t wanna keep playing the ‘no, it’s my fault’ game right now,
though he was damn sure it was his own fault. He just wanted to take a time out
from the world. So instead, he smiled at Hancock. “I dunno if you’ve figured it
out, but… I really like it when you touch my hair. So I’m all for you helping
me wash it out.” He tilted his head to press a kiss to Hancock’s cheekbone,
just under his left eye.
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