“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?”
“I would like that very, very much.” Cecil answered, nuzzling against Carlos. He breathed in deeply and pressed against him. “A scientist may be mostly fine, but sometimes he needs to be careful with his science. And I sure wouldn’t mind if he took a break from science altogether for a bit to spend time with me.”
Carlos hummed, pressing a kiss to Cecil’s head. “Sounds like a plan, then,” he said. “What do you wanna do? A picnic dinner? Netflix and lounge-on-the-couch?”
“Mmm, let’s go out,” Cecil said, lowering his head a bit as he accepted the kiss happily, already visibly more relaxed. “It’s a little stuffy in here. A picnic sounds absolutely perfect.”
“Alright,” Carlos accepted with a grin. “I can make us some pasta to pack and we can go to the park and try not to look at the Brown Stone Spire.”
“Oh what a wonderful idea!” Cecil said, perfectly delighted. He slid his arms around Carlos’s waist and held him close. “I can’t imagine a way I would rather spend the afternoon, sweetheart.”
Carlos hummed and held him close. “That’d be great. What do you wanna eat?”
The Perfect Scientist 