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.
“Freshen up? Now it really does sound like a date.” Hancock winked and leaned in for one last kiss before he pulled away. “Go on then, take all the time ya need freshening up, I’ll be right here.”
Carlos tried not to grin too hard or seem to eager as he squeezed Hancock’s hand before running off to clean and dress up. Thankfully he’d had the foresight to trim his beard, but his hair did need to be brushed and his face washed.
But eventually Carlos came back, fresh as the morning wearing the shirt and vest. Even as he walked out though, he started to worry that he might be over-dressed.
The Perfect Scientist 