Carlos’ face started to warm, even as there was a twist of
disbelief in the pit of his stomach. “Gosh… you’re awfully sweet, Hancock,” he
murmured, finally chancing to meet his eyes with a shy smile. “You know just
what to say…” Carlos still had his left arm stubbornly crossed over his lower
chest, but he gingerly reached his right arm out to grip Hancock’s shoulder to
show that he appreciated it.
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