Carlos’ grip tensed a little bit in the cloth. He paused for
a moment, taking a deep breath before slowly going back to his task.
“M.. ‘m sorry,” he murmured softly. Ugh… his voice still
sounded broken even though he wasn’t actually crying anymore. But he very
easily could soon… so he didn’t want to talk again.
Not yet. Because if he did, then Hancock would think it was
his fault and would try to coddle Carlos and make him feel better, but really…
Carlos didn’t want to be coddled. Especially not when he himself was the one to mess it up in the first place.
He moved his empty hand up to lay over Hancock’s shoulder
and gave it a gentle squeeze. He cared about Hancock too much to let him
continue feeling bad about this… he had to at least try to make him feel
better.
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