“Huh? Oh, yeah, hon – I’m okay.” He reaches to take Cecil’s hand and leans in to press a kiss to his cheek.
“Good. You worry me, you know.” He accepts the affection with a worried little smile, and sighs lightly, giving Carlos’s hand a squeeze.
Carlos smiled at him. “It’s okay, Cecil,” he said. “I’m a Scientist. A scientist is mostly fine. But maybe, if it’d help… I could take an afternoon off from being a scientist? And we can go do something together?”
The Perfect Scientist 