Carlos pressed his lips together tightly and he nodded a
bit, even though Hancock couldn’t see him as he’d already turned around. He
pressed the wet cloth against Hancock’s shoulder blade and slowly started to
scrub at the marred skin. His other hand was placed on Hancock’s other
shoulder, just so he knew where Carlos’ hands were. Carlos worked carefully but
pressed down the cloth some as he moved the cloth across Hancock’s back. He
tried to focus on his task, wanting to be distracted from his unhappiness and
his headache.
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The Perfect Scientist 