[Carlos squeezes his hand in return and inclines his head on top of Cecil's. He just wants to sit with him like this, for a bit, draped loosely about one another. He finds in moments like this that he loves Cecil dearly, and probably has for a lot longer than he admitted to himself. He knows that, later, this moment will be broadcast, shared, and it will be flustering, embarrassing. He will probably turn red and sink down in his chair at his desk while his junior scientists (the ones who can still speak, anyway) will tease and laugh. But he will also know how happy he has made Cecil, that all of the radio host's joy and affection will be too much for his delicate, deer-like form to contain and it will just spill out onto the airwaves. And that will make Carlos very, very happy.]