“Well,
you won’t have to think about that for a while yet,” Carlos told him,
turning his head up to look at him with a smile. “You’re one of the best
things that has every happened to me, and I’m not going to let you go
if I can help it.”
“We find a way to make you like this and I won’t ever have to think about it.” He joked, a small smile on his face. “You’re wonderful, y’know that? Just the most amazing man I’ve ever met. You’re perfect, sunshine.”
Wait,
was that a joke? Was Hancock joking? It sounded like it, but Carlos
honestly couldn’t tell. He sometimes thought about the fact that the
ghoul was technically immortal and he wondered – genuinely wondered –
what was going to happen to them in the long run.
But to Hancock’s face, Carlos didn’t like thinking about it because it was a problem he couldn’t fix.
“How’s
about a date tonight?” Carlos suddenly asked. “I was gonna ask about
it, but then we got to discussing over who’s perfect and beautiful.”
The Perfect Scientist 