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Carlos shrugged slightly. “I could, but… rubbing alcohol
gets rid of tiny, finer bits of dirt and grime that a dry cloth can’t get.” He
frowned. “I guess we could use purified water, but then we’d have to dab everything
dry before plugging it in.” He thought a bit. “Or… I could use acetone? Like,
paint thinner? I’d have to be careful with it, but yeah…”

“Hmm…. I dunno about paint thinner–– wait, i think I got somethin’ here.” Crawling back out from under the sink with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol in his hand, Hancock closed the cabinet and turned back to Carlos with a hopeful look. “Can’t really read the label too well and there ain’t much in there, but will this work?”

Carlos looked over at Hancock and got excited. “Ooh!” he exclaimed, with a touch of feminine-sounding excitement in his voice, and he walked over to take the bottle. “Is it really…?” He opened it and
gave it a sniff. “Oh my god, yes!
Yes, thank you so much, Hancock! This’ll do great! Now I just need a clean
cloth and we’ll be set to start!”

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Carlos shrugged and nodded. “Yeah – to get anywhere
interesting we have to travel at least that. At least here things are
relatively close together, huh? I’m looking forward to it.” He smiled again.

“Yeah, heh. Seems far for us when we’re drivin’ several hours to get someplace ‘cause everything’s so close together normally, but I guess it really ain’t much when ya look at it compared to what you gotta deal with. Guess this drive’ll probably fly by for you then, huh?”

“I’m sure it’ll fly by for you too,” Carlos said with a
smile. “That is, if we talk the whole way. Heh! Hey, I’m willing to drive a bit too, if you
get too tired.”

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Carlos nodded at him. “Yeah, sure,” he said with a smile. He
quickly rinsed off his hands and wiped them dry with a towel. “Okay… I think I’m
ready. You… don’t happen to have any clean rubbing alcohol, do you?”

“I dunno, probably not, but is there any other kinda alcohol that’ll work?” As he spoke, Hancock dug around in the cabinet under his sink, looking for rubbing alcohol. “What do ya need it for? I thought it was just dusty in there or somethin’, can’t that just be wiped off with a cloth or something?”

Carlos shrugged slightly. “I could, but… rubbing alcohol
gets rid of tiny, finer bits of dirt and grime that a dry cloth can’t get.” He
frowned. “I guess we could use purified water, but then we’d have to dab everything
dry before plugging it in.” He thought a bit. “Or… I could use acetone? Like,
paint thinner? I’d have to be careful with it, but yeah…”

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Carlos was stunned by the confession. Hancock was great – Carlos loved him. But… not in that way.

“I… I’m… I… well, thank you, Han. I’m… I’m flattered – I really am. It’s just…” Carlos huffed, frustrated with this. With his stuttering, with his situation, with… just all of this. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I just… don’t feel the same way, Hancock. I like you – a lot. But… not like that. I’m so sorry…” Carlos felt horrible. He didn’t want to ever have to say something like that to Hancock. But… here they were.

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Carlos looked at him. “Yeah?” he asked softly. “Well… I’m
sure I will. And hey – I’ll be getting my dad some material to scrapbook with,
so that’s a bonus too.” He smiled at Hancock wider.

“Heh, believe me, you’re gonna be floored by the sights I’m takin’ ya to, there’s nothin’ like it.” Alright, so maybe he was a little biased, but his country was beautiful and he took pride in it. “This drive’s gonna take a couple hours, things aren’t really too close around here–– actually, I guess you’re probably used to that though, yeah? Shit’s real far apart in America, I’m sure.”

Carlos shrugged and nodded. “Yeah – to get anywhere
interesting we have to travel at least that. At least here things are
relatively close together, huh? I’m looking forward to it.” He smiled again.

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Carlos just hummed. “Well, I can at least try,” he said. “I
like talking about my work, so… if you don’t mind it too much I’d actually like
if you did ask questions.”

“I’ll be sure to ask a few at least, heh. Feel free to explain shit as ya go too, I’m interested in anything ya got to say, I just might not always know how to ask what I wanna know, y’know?”

Carlos nodded at him. “Yeah, sure,” he said with a smile. He
quickly rinsed off his hands and wiped them dry with a towel. “Okay… I think I’m
ready. You… don’t happen to have any clean rubbing alcohol, do you?”

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Carlos was a little bit surprised at that confession. He
supposed he should feel touched by that. Yeah… he was touched.

“Well… thank you,” he said, offering Hancock a smile. “And
yeah, if you have any questions… don’t be afraid to ask them.”

“Careful when ya say shit like that, I’ve been known to annoy the shit outta people askin’ too many questions. It’s more the cleanin’ I’m interested in learning, I know the rest is over my head.”

Carlos just hummed. “Well, I can at least try,” he said. “I
like talking about my work, so… if you don’t mind it too much I’d actually like
if you did ask questions.”

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Carlos thought he might have some idea, considering what
Hancock had admitted of his habits… but that was heavy stuff, so obviously he
wasn’t going to mention it. After all, he could be wrong.

“Well, right now, you’re taking a break,” Carlos told him
with a smile. “Going on a road trip with a Yankee.
It’s gonna be loads of fun, right?”

“Heh, I think Yankee is more of an English insult for ya, around these parts we’re rebels too.” He laughed lightly. “It’ll be fun, yeah. If it ain’t, you can yell at me. I’m lookin’ forward to it, it’s been a while since the last time I took a vacation–– actually, I can’t remember the last time I took a real vacation, think it was before my folks died.”

Carlos looked at him. “Yeah?” he asked softly. “Well… I’m
sure I will. And hey – I’ll be getting my dad some material to scrapbook with,
so that’s a bonus too.” He smiled at Hancock wider.

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Carlos just smiled and shrugged. “Each to their own – some people
are able to do more, I guess.” He chuckled. “I didn’t expect you to have one. I
was just making a point – you’re clearly a very busy person, and it’s
incredible. I admire it, actually.”

“Really? I dunno, I just uh….” He paused, making a face as he tried to decide how to word what he was about to say. “I have a hard time sitting still, I think. One’a the reasons I got the dog, he keeps me outta the house and out of my head, heh. If I wasn’t working, I’m not really sure what I’d be doing instead, y’know?”

Carlos thought he might have some idea, considering what
Hancock had admitted of his habits… but that was heavy stuff, so obviously he
wasn’t going to mention it. After all, he could be wrong.

“Well, right now, you’re taking a break,” Carlos told him
with a smile. “Going on a road trip with a Yankee.
It’s gonna be loads of fun, right?”

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Carlos followed Hancock to the sink to set his bowl down. He
drank the rest of his juice and set the bottle down as well. “It’s no trouble
at all – I’ve been kinda eager to get to work on it.” He looked at Hancock. “Yeah,
you can help out. I know you wanted to be there just to make sure I didn’t
snoop or anything, right?”

“Heh, right, that’s uh…. it doesn’t matter.” He laughed lightly and offered a little shrug. “I trust you, I know you’re not gonna do shit, but I do wanna stick around anyway, if only to keep ya company and maybe learn a little somethin’.”

Carlos was a little bit surprised at that confession. He
supposed he should feel touched by that. Yeah… he was touched.

“Well… thank you,” he said, offering Hancock a smile. “And
yeah, if you have any questions… don’t be afraid to ask them.”