Carlos sat quietly for a few moments, not doing anything
with the soap or the washcloth. He wondered if Hancock would prefer to take a
little break from him. Just… for a day. Carlos thought maybe he could go into
the workshop early and work for the day – there was always something that
needed fixing or tuning up in the town after all. Yeah… he could do that.
He looked at the man in front of him, watching him wash
himself for another moment. Carlos thought he should give him a hand…
Well, he could just ask.
“Hey, uh… do you want me to…” Carlos trailed off. His voice sounded incredibly vulnerable and Carlos didn’t like it. He didn’t
want to talk too much and have a new reason to be upset. Gently he put his hand
on Hancock’s shoulder blade, hoping that the other would get his meaning.
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