Carlos looked at him, an excited light in his eyes. “You can
ask,” he confirmed. “But I can’t guarantee I’ll tell you much. It’s just down
the alley after all so we’ll get to it really soon. I just… I spent so much
time on it and I’m eager for you to see it. I do think you’re going to like it.”“I’m sure I’ll love it, it is from you, after all.” He smiled warmly and squeezed Carlos’ hand a little tighter as they walked, tempted to even go so far as to rest his head against his shoulder, though he wasn’t sure how cuddly he wanted the people of Goodneighbor to see him being. “What size is it? Big or small?”
Carlos smiled at him. “Pretty small,” he said. “Like… it can fit in the palm of your hand.” Carlos tried to remember where he left it. In the drawer, he thought – just to make sure Fahrenheit or somebody didn’t accidentally knock it to the ground.
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