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“I’ll
try not to disturb any of your science, but I have a feeling we have
some chemistry of our own dear Carlos,” Cecil said, trying to hide his
smile that came with the cheesy pun.

Cecil waited for Carlos to lead him to his car, taking the chance to look around some more.

Carlos simpered at Cecil. “You think you’re adorable, don’t you?” he asked, grinning at him. He took Cecil’s hand. “C’mon. We’re losing daylight. The sun actually sets on time out here – can you believe that?”

Cecil happily took Carlos’ hand as he was led to his car. “So time works ‘normally’ here?” Cecil asks. He still wore the One True Timepiece that Carlos had given him years ago on his wrist. He didn’t even reply to the rhetoric question about whether or not he thought himself adorable.

“Oh yes!” Carlos said He immediately started to babble on about time and clocks. “It was pretty amazing to take apart a clock and find actual gears and a crystal inside of it! Ooh! And I don’t have to constantly look at the sun and wonder how fast it’s going across the sky and figure out how much time I have left out in the field.”

Carlos opened the passenger side door of his car for Cecil as he talked.

Cecil smiled, and kissed Carlos on the cheek before he got into the car. Cecil loved hearing the scientist ramble about things that he found interesting, his tone changes making even the most boring things nice to listen to. Cecil wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about with the inside of the clocks, but he nodded none the less. Part of him wondered if he preferred it here over night vale.

“Seatbelt,” Carlos reminded and he went around to get into the driver’s seat. “So, what do you think we should have for dinner? Hot dogs? We can get buns too – wheat is still legal here.”

“Sounds good to me Carlos. I wonder if they have a Big Rico’s around here.. we could get pizza for dinner some night!” He said excitedly once he found out about the Wheat situation. He put on his seatbelt as he waited for Carlos to get in.

“No, Big Rico’s is a one-off restaurant,” Carlos explained. “They just managed to monopolize all the pizza in Night Vale. We can have some Little Caeser’s or something though – ooh! Papa’s Pizza! I used to have that a lot as a kid! We should go there!”

Into the Gallery (closed w/brutallyartistic)

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Carlos actually jumped with a small yelp and stared up at the man who approached. At first he wondered why someone would be wearing a suit out in the wastes, but then he found his voice. “Y- RUN!“ he hissed. “There’s raiders coming! You need to get somewhere safe!”

So he was hiding from the raiders as he had suspected. Perfect. Perhaps this would make his job a bit easier. “Where are they coming from?” He asks, looking around to see if they were near enough to see, before returning his gaze to the man in front of him.

Carlos just looked at him incredulously. Didn’t he hear Carlos??

“F-from the amphitheater,” Carlos explained. “To the east. Go! Before they find both of us, please!!”

Carlos was having mixed feelings though. If the guy didn’t bolt in the next few seconds, Carlos was going to grab him and drag him down behind the table with him.

‘✿’

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Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.

Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.

“Carlos
still.. I could pick you up in the morning on my way to work to get
your car if that’s what you are worried about.” Cecil pouted a bit,
still concerned about his friend.

“If you really won’t let me help, call me when you get there. You know you are free to crash at my place anytime.”

“No, no, it’s…” Carlos paused to cough into his arm. “It’s fine. I’ll… I’ll see you guys later. Cecil, Earl – take care.” Carlos offered them both a smile and he gathered up his keys and phone. He noticed that there was some red on the sleeve of his labcoat from the cough, and he started to feel a bit of panic. Carlos tried to hide his arm and he briskly walked toward the show return to get his shoes back.

Cecil looked back to Earl in worry. He wanted to give Carlos his space but.. he was also worried about him. He watched him walk away from the two of them, hesitantly sitting back next to Earl. Cecil decided he wouldn’t crowd him tonight but would drive by to check on him in the morning to see if he was ok.

Carlos got in his car and hurried home. His chest hurt – but he couldn’t exactly tell if it was from the flower growing inside of it or if it was from guilt. Or maybe one of those randomly-assigned emotions people sometimes get.

But he focused on getting himself home. Once he was home, Carlos went to brush his teeth and gargle mouthwash. Maybe the alcohol in the mouth wash could stave it off. He started to think about how to avoid Cecil – distance would make it better, right? He just needed to get to work. Focus on the work… then it’d go away.

Cecil decided to call it quits early, grabbing his shoes from the shoe return and making his way out. Part of him felt that something was wrong but that he didn’t feel right about prying too much into whatever was bothering his sweet Carlos. He waved a goodbye to Earl before getting in his car.

Cecil drove past Carlos’s lab before heading home just to make sure he had gotten there safely, debating whether or not he should check on him before deciding heading home would be best for the night.

Carlos put on some coffee and practically threw himself into his work down in the lab. Carlos tried not to think of anybody outside of the lab – especially not Cecil.

It had to be Cecil. Carlos felt a special kind of feeling when thinking or seeing the other man. He wondered how much of his condition was psychosomatic. He didn’t feel like he was in love. But who knew… Carlos hadn’t been in love before.

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“I’ll
try not to disturb any of your science, but I have a feeling we have
some chemistry of our own dear Carlos,” Cecil said, trying to hide his
smile that came with the cheesy pun.

Cecil waited for Carlos to lead him to his car, taking the chance to look around some more.

Carlos simpered at Cecil. “You think you’re adorable, don’t you?” he asked, grinning at him. He took Cecil’s hand. “C’mon. We’re losing daylight. The sun actually sets on time out here – can you believe that?”

Cecil happily took Carlos’ hand as he was led to his car. “So time works ‘normally’ here?” Cecil asks. He still wore the One True Timepiece that Carlos had given him years ago on his wrist. He didn’t even reply to the rhetoric question about whether or not he thought himself adorable.

“Oh yes!” Carlos said He immediately started to babble on about time and clocks. “It was pretty amazing to take apart a clock and find actual gears and a crystal inside of it! Ooh! And I don’t have to constantly look at the sun and wonder how fast it’s going across the sky and figure out how much time I have left out in the field.”

Carlos opened the passenger side door of his car for Cecil as he talked.

Cecil smiled, and kissed Carlos on the cheek before he got into the car. Cecil loved hearing the scientist ramble about things that he found interesting, his tone changes making even the most boring things nice to listen to. Cecil wasn’t quite sure what he was talking about with the inside of the clocks, but he nodded none the less. Part of him wondered if he preferred it here over night vale.

“Seatbelt,” Carlos reminded and he went around to get into the driver’s seat. “So, what do you think we should have for dinner? Hot dogs? We can get buns too – wheat is still legal here.”

‘✿’

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Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.

Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.

“Carlos
still.. I could pick you up in the morning on my way to work to get
your car if that’s what you are worried about.” Cecil pouted a bit,
still concerned about his friend.

“If you really won’t let me help, call me when you get there. You know you are free to crash at my place anytime.”

“No, no, it’s…” Carlos paused to cough into his arm. “It’s fine. I’ll… I’ll see you guys later. Cecil, Earl – take care.” Carlos offered them both a smile and he gathered up his keys and phone. He noticed that there was some red on the sleeve of his labcoat from the cough, and he started to feel a bit of panic. Carlos tried to hide his arm and he briskly walked toward the show return to get his shoes back.

Cecil looked back to Earl in worry. He wanted to give Carlos his space but.. he was also worried about him. He watched him walk away from the two of them, hesitantly sitting back next to Earl. Cecil decided he wouldn’t crowd him tonight but would drive by to check on him in the morning to see if he was ok.

Carlos got in his car and hurried home. His chest hurt – but he couldn’t exactly tell if it was from the flower growing inside of it or if it was from guilt. Or maybe one of those randomly-assigned emotions people sometimes get.

But he focused on getting himself home. Once he was home, Carlos went to brush his teeth and gargle mouthwash. Maybe the alcohol in the mouth wash could stave it off. He started to think about how to avoid Cecil – distance would make it better, right? He just needed to get to work. Focus on the work… then it’d go away.

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“I’ll
try not to disturb any of your science, but I have a feeling we have
some chemistry of our own dear Carlos,” Cecil said, trying to hide his
smile that came with the cheesy pun.

Cecil waited for Carlos to lead him to his car, taking the chance to look around some more.

Carlos simpered at Cecil. “You think you’re adorable, don’t you?” he asked, grinning at him. He took Cecil’s hand. “C’mon. We’re losing daylight. The sun actually sets on time out here – can you believe that?”

Cecil happily took Carlos’ hand as he was led to his car. “So time works ‘normally’ here?” Cecil asks. He still wore the One True Timepiece that Carlos had given him years ago on his wrist. He didn’t even reply to the rhetoric question about whether or not he thought himself adorable.

“Oh yes!” Carlos said He immediately started to babble on about time and clocks. “It was pretty amazing to take apart a clock and find actual gears and a crystal inside of it! Ooh! And I don’t have to constantly look at the sun and wonder how fast it’s going across the sky and figure out how much time I have left out in the field.”

Carlos opened the passenger side door of his car for Cecil as he talked.

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“I’ll
try not to disturb any of your science, but I have a feeling we have
some chemistry of our own dear Carlos,” Cecil said, trying to hide his
smile that came with the cheesy pun.

Cecil waited for Carlos to lead him to his car, taking the chance to look around some more.

Carlos simpered at Cecil. “You think you’re adorable, don’t you?” he asked, grinning at him. He took Cecil’s hand. “C’mon. We’re losing daylight. The sun actually sets on time out here – can you believe that?”

‘✿’

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Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.

Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.

“Carlos
still.. I could pick you up in the morning on my way to work to get
your car if that’s what you are worried about.” Cecil pouted a bit,
still concerned about his friend.

“If you really won’t let me help, call me when you get there. You know you are free to crash at my place anytime.”

“No, no, it’s…” Carlos paused to cough into his arm. “It’s fine. I’ll… I’ll see you guys later. Cecil, Earl – take care.” Carlos offered them both a smile and he gathered up his keys and phone. He noticed that there was some red on the sleeve of his labcoat from the cough, and he started to feel a bit of panic. Carlos tried to hide his arm and he briskly walked toward the show return to get his shoes back.

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Carlos
smiled at him. “But you love me anyway.” He leaned in again to kiss his
mouth happily. “Same here, Han… I’m glad to have you. And you do
deserve me, I promise. I’m here, after all.”

“I do love you.” Hancock smiled, a little spark running through him at his own words, it was still a little weird getting used to saying, even if it was true. “How do you know I haven’t just tricked you into thinking I deserve you, hmm? Either way, I ain’t lettin’ go, so I s’pose it doesn’t matter much anyway.”

Carlos just hugged Hancock. “No, it doesn’t,” he said. “I won’t let go either. You should know… I love you too. And I do think you are a beautiful person. One of the best out here.”

‘✿’

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Carlos wasn’t sure where his cough came from. It didn’t feel like allergies, but it was deep in his chest. In his lungs. Carlos wasn’t sure what was going on.

Until he started to cough up red and a flower petal while sitting at the table with Cecil. He knew what it was, but he was still confused. He looked to Cecil, not understanding and a more than a little scared.

Cecil had been chatting away with his long time friend Earl when he heard Carlos. He stopped his discussion about the next week’s bowling meet up to see Carlos staring at something in his hands.

“Carlos? Are you alright?” He asks, passing over a drink to his lovely scientist friend. It truthfully had not sounded all that awful but it was his reaction that worried him.

“I’m… fine,” Carlos murmured. He took a napkin and wiped his hand off under the table quickly before accepting the drink. He took a big, healthy mouthful and swallowed, but it didn’t ease the itch in his chest.

Carlos busied himself with wrapping the petal up in the napkin so he could keep it hidden until he got the chance to throw it away.

On second thought, this would probably happen again. He should get some more napkins.

So Carlos stood up quickly and gave a slight smile. “Um, gimme a second – I’m getting some napkins.

Cecil nods but he is still worried, all three eyes looking at him as he hurried off. “Ok but be careful and don’t be long. We are talking about the next game Carlos!”

He was still worried about him but he saw that the other wouldn’t talk to him about whatever it was that was bothering him. Perhaps it was a new allergy or something had happened in the science lab that Carlos didn’t want to worry him about. None the less he could have sworn Carlos coughed something up, turning to his Scouting buddy for assistance.

Carlos gathered a lot of napkins. He put some in his pocket for later and tossed away the soiled one he had. He was thinking that maybe he should head home. It might help to have some distance from…

No, no… it couldn’t be that. He must’ve just picked it up somewhere. It could be contagious, right? Could it? Just a little bit of time to himself and he’ll be feeling better, he was sure of it. He just needed to figure out how he was going to extract himself…

Cecil found himself anxious for his friend’s return, leaning softly against Earl as he waited for Carlos. A familiar comforting lull to the air around the two as they waited. Cecil looked down at the watch he had been given, trying to track the time Carlos had been missing. If He wasn’t back soon, Cecil decided he would go and check up on him. Bowling could wait, Carlos’s health could not.

Cecil found himself watching his tattoos wander his skin, wondering if he should try to see what Carlos was up to, but not wanting to invade his privacy.

Carlos decided on saying he had a migraine. He didn’t usually get them, but he could make it work.

He came back to the table and smiled at the other two men. “Hey… um, so… I’m starting to get a headache. I… I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open so, uh… I’m thinking of heading home before it gets worse, so…” He paused and spent a moment stifling a cough with a straight face. He tried to cover it up by clearing his throat and reaching up to rub at his temple, feigning pain. He kinda felt rotten, lying like this. But he had to get out of there and rest and hopefully get over this thing without anyone knowing.

Cecil frowned a bit, detangling his legs from Earl’s to stand up. “Maybe one of us should drive you home then, it wouldn’t be safe to drive home if you have problems keeping your eyes open.”

Cecil walked over to his sick friend with a small smile. “I could drive you home and get you some water and stuff to treat your headache, I often get some bad ones after a long day at the station.”

“Uh, well, my lab isn’t far from here… you know, by the Big Rico’s? It shouldn’t be a long drive.” Besides, how would Carlos get his car home? He smiled slightly. “I promise, I’ll… I’ll be alright.”