“Same to you,” Carlos told him, giving him a smile. He
started to shed his suit, and tried hard not to squirm under Hancock’s gaze. After what just happened, Carlos felt like he
didn’t have any right to be at all sheepish about his body. God, he had so much
hair… and he was starting to fill in again since having left the wasteland. He
was a little bit disappointed in himself.
He tried not to look at himself as he pulled off his
undershirt.
The Perfect Scientist 