"Of course I will." Cecil makes a dismissive hand gesture, one that says I have been drinking at Capitol parties longer than you have, Carlos, and I am the sole arbiter of where I will wake up tomorrow, whether I know it now or not.
He stands as well, and wavers only a little bit. He makes a token attempt at putting his hair back in order, but must accept that this is not going to happen. He glances down at his communicator, and pulls up the contact number for the taxi service he normally uses after hours.
"...I'll see you soon, Carlos," he says, glancing up. And he should lean in for a good-bye kiss. He really should. This is what he would do in any other situation, any other prolonged social contact between them.
...but tonight, he finds that he can't. He leans in, as though he means to-- and then he only looks down at Carlos' hand, and takes it, and squeezes it briefly, as though that was what he'd intended to do the whole time.
"Good night," he says, and that's it, that's really it-- he will duck his head to look at his communicator, and call for a car as he moves away.
cool to end it here if you are!
He stands as well, and wavers only a little bit. He makes a token attempt at putting his hair back in order, but must accept that this is not going to happen. He glances down at his communicator, and pulls up the contact number for the taxi service he normally uses after hours.
"...I'll see you soon, Carlos," he says, glancing up. And he should lean in for a good-bye kiss. He really should. This is what he would do in any other situation, any other prolonged social contact between them.
...but tonight, he finds that he can't. He leans in, as though he means to-- and then he only looks down at Carlos' hand, and takes it, and squeezes it briefly, as though that was what he'd intended to do the whole time.
"Good night," he says, and that's it, that's really it-- he will duck his head to look at his communicator, and call for a car as he moves away.