Carlos sat there silently for a moment. He blinked up at Hancock, a little dazed from the kiss, but then he blinked himself to awareness. “Oh, uh – yeah, hang on,” he said.
Carlos wanted to finish up his bowl before the broth got cold again so he picked up the bowl and quickly started to drink it down, getting some soaked into his mustache. Carlos set the empty bowl down with a satisfied sigh and stood up.
“It’s down in the workshop,” he said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve – the shirt needed to be washed soon anyway.
His smile softened as he watched him, that dumbfounded look he got sometimes when the ghoul kissed him always gave him a fluttery feeling. God, how could one man be so damn cute?
Hancock gave his own bowl a look as Carlos drained what was left in his, considering it for a moment before lifting it to his lips and taking a few little sips before setting it down again. “I’ll let ya lead the way, handsome, I’m right behind you. I’m curious to see what you have in store for me, heh.”
Carlos smiled at him, very eager to show Hancock his present. Without thinking much about it he took hooked his arm around Hancock’s and gently tugged him toward the door.
“I really think you’re going to like it,” Carlos told him. “I spent quite a while finding the right hardware for it and it took me just as long making sure everything worked just right.”
The Perfect Scientist 