Carlos rubbed at one of his eyes. He frowned sympathetically. He shifted closer to the other and pulled him into a hug, rubbing his shoulder. “I’m sorry, hon…” he murmured. “Do you need to talk about it?”
“I….. don’t know if I want to bother you with heavy talk…..” He replied softly as he moved in closer and curled up against him. “I’m….. just hold me for a while?”
“Okay,” Carlos said softly. “I can absolutely do that.” He gently nuzzled Hancock’s forehead before pressing a kiss there. He rubbed Hancock’s back and just held him close, taking a deep breath and letting it out with a tired yawn.
The Perfect Scientist 