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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 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.”

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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.

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“Daniel?” Cecil asked, a bit curious about who he was. “Maybe we can stop by the camp on our way back!”

“Maybe… um, I haven’t heard very good things about Daniel, honestly,” Carlos admitted. “But yeah, we can stop by. They have a science and a Space camp there, so I think the kids could benefit from a visit!”

“Maybe we should stay clear of him then. That sounds interesting! I’m sure the science campers would love to hear from you!” Cecil says, excited.

“Heh, I’m sure they would,” Carlos said with a smile. “We can meet the other counselors too. They seem nice enough.

“But first, a new cot. I know you just got here, babe, but are you alright with us leaving the camp now to go shopping? I think I’ll have to get some actual food too, since I’m not going to be by myself – ramen isn’t going to cut it with you, I’m assuming.”

“It’s fine by me, I got here a bit before you did.” Cecil said with a smile, looking at Carlos. “Besides we don’t want the stores to close before we have the chance to get the cot, and that doesn’t sound like a healthy meal my sweet Carlos.” Cecil already started making a checklist in his head of some things that they would be able to stock the makeshift camp with. Perhaps if they could borrow the other vamps kitchen it would be easier.

Carlos smiled at him. “Alright then, hun. We taking my car, or yours? I think mine does pretty well in the forest path.” Carlos shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve honestly been reverting to my college habits regarding self-care. I usually just eat quick-preparation foods that don’t have much chance of being ruined with my… cooking ability.”

“Maybe your car. Mine didn’t overly enjoy getting here.” Cecil said, holding the other’s hand. “While we are in town we can get you an actual meal and I’ll see what stuff we can get so I can make us some food as well.”

Carlos nodded. “Great. Sounds good. Lemme find my keys.” He leaned in and smooched Cecil on the cheek before turning to look through his personal items bag.

Cecil couldn’t help the grin that crept onto his face, followed shortly by the lavender blush. As he waited, he found his fingers drumming a somewhat familiar pattern onto his leg.

“It’s nice to be together again,” Cecil mused.

“Hm?” Carlos asked. “Oh – yes! Yes it is! I’m very happy you’re here – I love to work with you, so I’m glad you could get away, at least for a bit!”

He drew his keys from his bag and spun them around one finger with a wide grin.

‘✿’

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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…

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“Daniel?” Cecil asked, a bit curious about who he was. “Maybe we can stop by the camp on our way back!”

“Maybe… um, I haven’t heard very good things about Daniel, honestly,” Carlos admitted. “But yeah, we can stop by. They have a science and a Space camp there, so I think the kids could benefit from a visit!”

“Maybe we should stay clear of him then. That sounds interesting! I’m sure the science campers would love to hear from you!” Cecil says, excited.

“Heh, I’m sure they would,” Carlos said with a smile. “We can meet the other counselors too. They seem nice enough.

“But first, a new cot. I know you just got here, babe, but are you alright with us leaving the camp now to go shopping? I think I’ll have to get some actual food too, since I’m not going to be by myself – ramen isn’t going to cut it with you, I’m assuming.”

“It’s fine by me, I got here a bit before you did.” Cecil said with a smile, looking at Carlos. “Besides we don’t want the stores to close before we have the chance to get the cot, and that doesn’t sound like a healthy meal my sweet Carlos.” Cecil already started making a checklist in his head of some things that they would be able to stock the makeshift camp with. Perhaps if they could borrow the other vamps kitchen it would be easier.

Carlos smiled at him. “Alright then, hun. We taking my car, or yours? I think mine does pretty well in the forest path.” Carlos shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve honestly been reverting to my college habits regarding self-care. I usually just eat quick-preparation foods that don’t have much chance of being ruined with my… cooking ability.”

“Maybe your car. Mine didn’t overly enjoy getting here.” Cecil said, holding the other’s hand. “While we are in town we can get you an actual meal and I’ll see what stuff we can get so I can make us some food as well.”

Carlos nodded. “Great. Sounds good. Lemme find my keys.” He leaned in and smooched Cecil on the cheek before turning to look through his personal items bag.

‘✿’

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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.

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“Daniel?” Cecil asked, a bit curious about who he was. “Maybe we can stop by the camp on our way back!”

“Maybe… um, I haven’t heard very good things about Daniel, honestly,” Carlos admitted. “But yeah, we can stop by. They have a science and a Space camp there, so I think the kids could benefit from a visit!”

“Maybe we should stay clear of him then. That sounds interesting! I’m sure the science campers would love to hear from you!” Cecil says, excited.

“Heh, I’m sure they would,” Carlos said with a smile. “We can meet the other counselors too. They seem nice enough.

“But first, a new cot. I know you just got here, babe, but are you alright with us leaving the camp now to go shopping? I think I’ll have to get some actual food too, since I’m not going to be by myself – ramen isn’t going to cut it with you, I’m assuming.”

“It’s fine by me, I got here a bit before you did.” Cecil said with a smile, looking at Carlos. “Besides we don’t want the stores to close before we have the chance to get the cot, and that doesn’t sound like a healthy meal my sweet Carlos.” Cecil already started making a checklist in his head of some things that they would be able to stock the makeshift camp with. Perhaps if they could borrow the other vamps kitchen it would be easier.

Carlos smiled at him. “Alright then, hun. We taking my car, or yours? I think mine does pretty well in the forest path.” Carlos shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve honestly been reverting to my college habits regarding self-care. I usually just eat quick-preparation foods that don’t have much chance of being ruined with my… cooking ability.”