Carlos’ breath hitched slightly at Hancock’s response. He tried not to look at the other man. He couldn’t get bashful here – he was going to give Hancock a present, and he needed to be chivalrous!
Carlos stopped them at the warehouse door where his workshop was set up and he dug in his pocket for the key. He opened the door and held it for Hancock to get inside first.
The lack of any real response was slightly disappointing, but the ghoul didn’t let that bother him, not when Carlos was being so sweet. When the other opened the door for him, Hancock leaned in to peck him on the cheek before stepping through, a warm smile on his lips. “Thank you, darlin’. Such a gentlemen, heh.”
Carlos made a surprised little squeaky noise when Hancock kissed him, but he quickly tried to cover it up with a frankly obnoxious-sounding clearing of his throat. He closed the door behind them and went toward his desk.
“Uh, go ahead and sit down, Han,” he said, gesturing toward his chair. “Gimme a second to find it. I put it away so it wouldn’t get hurt while I worked.” Carlos started to go through the top drawer of the desk, taking tools out and setting them on top so that they weren’t in the way.
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