[ Holding the door open as the bell rings, Carlos greets one of the numerous interns as they go walking out, mentally wishing them the best and hoping that they make it through the week. He gets a cheerful goodnight in return, though it feels a little off to him. For a moment he mulls over it, but then his attention snaps away as he comes into the building proper, hearing a muffled jolt that comes with Cecil getting himself caught on his headphones somehow. He misses it, at least, but still feels a little humored that even the great and loved radio jockey has his moments, too.
A smile curls across his expression, small but warm, and he brings his hand up almost sheepishly to rub at the back of his head, tousling his hair. (He needs to get a trim, but that requires sitting Cecil down and telling him in advance about it. By the time he manages to reassure his boyfriend that he won't get it shorn like he did last year, it'll be long enough to really warrant it.) He knows how bad he can get about his work, but ever since Cecil first gave him the hurt yet understanding look when he'd finally called him on it he's been trying to be a little better about it. ]
Well, I figured I would come and meet you, now that the show's over.
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A smile curls across his expression, small but warm, and he brings his hand up almost sheepishly to rub at the back of his head, tousling his hair. (He needs to get a trim, but that requires sitting Cecil down and telling him in advance about it. By the time he manages to reassure his boyfriend that he won't get it shorn like he did last year, it'll be long enough to really warrant it.) He knows how bad he can get about his work, but ever since Cecil first gave him the hurt yet understanding look when he'd finally called him on it he's been trying to be a little better about it. ]
Well, I figured I would come and meet you, now that the show's over.