Carlos grinned stupidly. “You’re ridiculously sweet,” he cooed. “That sounds great. Dare I say, romantic.” It made Carlos want to just kiss him now. A lot.
“Romantic? Well, perhaps I should take a step back, hmm?” He chuckled as he took Carlos’ hand and tugged him closer to peck him on the cheek. “I hope you don’t have a problem with a little romance, sweetheart.”
Carlos shook his head. “None whatsoever,” he told Hancock and he pressed a kiss to the ghoul’s mouth. “I need a bit of time to freshen up, if that’s okay.” Carlos had a sweater vest and shirt that he’d gotten and was saving for an occasion like this. It didn’t seem like Hancock’s style, but it was Carlos’ and he was hoping to look nice. And that Hancock would appreciate it.
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