Oh... you. ((He swats the air bashfully, eyes shifting around, not able to give Carlos his proper gaze, a bit flustered by his own feelings in regard to. On the one hand, Carlos was immeasurably sweet, although he supposes for an instant that Carlos could likely find the quantum length of his own sweetness based on Cecil's blush. But coupled with that comes the embarrassment of how much Carlos does not comprehend, and in that way it's cute. Because of course it's a political climate - and of course one should always fear for mortal harm. The world is vast unpredictable, and there is no man who has all of it in his grasp - perhaps a god, but not the god you might think of. And being but men that they are, what mortal harm is brought to them is not a decision of their own.
But, still. It is pretty cute, and he doesn't want to, like, crush Carlos's hopes for a better world. Cecil did not think himself a pessimist, but Carlos's optimism was... a little farfetched. Maybe that's part of being a scientist? All the truths of the world are no doubt terrifying, and to know so much as he does, he must have to impress upon a little extra hope. It must be what makes him such a good scientist. And Cecil likes it that way. His uneven smile matched his unbalanced view of their collapsing world. And Cecil gives a haphazard pout, his hiding smile drawing back the thinned corners of his lips, and it takes him to recover from a heart reminding him just how alive he is.))
Well, ((his eyes shift momentarily down, thinking. He reaches up to lift that hand from his shoulder and grasp the strong fingers in his own. His thumb smoothes over sturdy knuckles.)) I supposed I should at least say thank you. There are far too many out there who have no one to confine in. ((Always embarrassing, but he manages to offer his gaze near the end, his eyes like the universe, only more full with something the universe could use a lot more of.))
Although, I don't really want to talk about it much regardless! I mean, it's just a bad day at work, and who wants to hear about that? I have survived, and that is a good moment on its own, and the only moment to make worth remembering in hard times. Who needs what's bad?
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But, still. It is pretty cute, and he doesn't want to, like, crush Carlos's hopes for a better world. Cecil did not think himself a pessimist, but Carlos's optimism was... a little farfetched. Maybe that's part of being a scientist? All the truths of the world are no doubt terrifying, and to know so much as he does, he must have to impress upon a little extra hope. It must be what makes him such a good scientist. And Cecil likes it that way. His uneven smile matched his unbalanced view of their collapsing world. And Cecil gives a haphazard pout, his hiding smile drawing back the thinned corners of his lips, and it takes him to recover from a heart reminding him just how alive he is.))
Well, ((his eyes shift momentarily down, thinking. He reaches up to lift that hand from his shoulder and grasp the strong fingers in his own. His thumb smoothes over sturdy knuckles.)) I supposed I should at least say thank you. There are far too many out there who have no one to confine in. ((Always embarrassing, but he manages to offer his gaze near the end, his eyes like the universe, only more full with something the universe could use a lot more of.))
Although, I don't really want to talk about it much regardless! I mean, it's just a bad day at work, and who wants to hear about that? I have survived, and that is a good moment on its own, and the only moment to make worth remembering in hard times. Who needs what's bad?