“I know,” Carlos responded automatically. He cringed a little at that, wishing he hadn’t said that. “I mean… I do care about you, Hancock. Too. Er, a lot. I love you. I just, heh, I hadn’t expected this either and I wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin it with ruining your coat. I know you love that thing too…”
As Carlos started to ramble, that anxiety bubbled up again, unsure where he was going with that, but when he finally, finally said the words, the ghoul froze. He felt the butterflies then, a huge sense of relief washing over him as he grinned from ear to ear and practically tackled the other man as he jumped into his arms to smother him in kisses.
Carlos made a surprised grunt-like noise, but he grabbed onto Hancock’s coat to keep himself from falling and kissed back as best as he could. He tried to keep up with Hancock, but the other was so elated that Carlos had a bit of a hard time. But he didn’t mind in the slightest. His heart felt like it was swelling with metaphorical liquid love, like it was a sponge and Hancock’s mouth was a spout. Okay, that sounded weird in his own head, but it was what it felt like! It was just amazing and unbelievable and Carlos was so, so happy… he didn’t know what to do with himself other than hang on and enjoy it. And he enjoyed it immensely.
The Perfect Scientist 