Carlos struggled for a moment not to shut his eyes at the hand in his hair. It was… just such a weak spot for him. But he managed to keep his eyes locked with Hancock’s. “I like seeing you smile too,” he said softly. “You look really relaxed when you do… Erh, not that I think you’re full of stress or anything, just… I just like it… too.” Damn. “I like your smile. Just… yeah.”
“You’re adorable.” Hancock grinned, more than pleased with the way Carlos always seemed to stumble over his words whenever he showed affection, it was one of the ghoul’s favorite things about him. “And if I don’t seem stressed, I guess I must be doin’ something right, hmm? Good I hiding it I s’pose.”
Carlos smiled slightly at him. “Or… you’re forgetting about it? Just for a bit?” he ventured. Carlos wanted to hug him back, but he still had grease on his hands. And to get his rag to wipe them off he’d have to turn out of Hancock’s hug. He put his hands together so he didn’t forget and smear grease on Hancock, but then Carlos stepped closer to press himself against Hancock.
The Perfect Scientist 