✿ -Cecil

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Carlos had thought for a while that he needed to get another voice transplant when he started coughing up red.

But it was when he was getting his coffee that he spat out something. Cecil was there with him when Carlos realized that it was a flower petal.

Carlos’ heart clenched. He looked at Cecil and… Cecil had seen it too. Carlos only barely felt his stomach drop before he went into another coughing fit and spat more petals into his coffee mug.

How? How could Cecil… what happened? What happened to them?

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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.