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WHAT'RE YOU THINKING...?
I'M THINKING... WE MAKE A PRETTY GOOD TEAM...
WE REALLY DO, DON'T WE...?
AFRAID SO...
HAPPY P/RIDE MONTH!
i'm sorry, it's just i've missed you so much.
twenty-four hour shifts were never fun. they never had been back in new york, and they certainly weren’t now in texas—more so because now tk had someone to go home to. someone who really loved him and who ( hopefully ) wouldn’t break his heart—even if he knew he’d deserve it for his own treatment of the person in question. he’d just been happy that he’d been forgiven for his misdeeds, that they’d managed to work things out.
eight am hadn’t come soon enough, and though tk hadn’t slept too well the night before, seeing carlos leaned against his blue camaro, waiting for him, gave him a small burst of energy.
“ hey, babe, ” he greeted with a grin, moving in to wrap his arms around carlos and leaning in to meet him halfway for a kiss. “ miss me ? ” though said as a joke, tk quickly noticed the way carlos’ arms stayed locked around him, even after the hug should’ve ended.
“i'm sorry, it's just i've missed you so much.”
tk could tell. a grin reemerged on his lips.
“ hey, i missed you, too… but y’know, the sooner we get home the sooner you never have to let me go… ”
“ wait. did you hear that? ” [ listen nancy and carlos would make the best detective team lbr ]
nancy doesn’t like cops. she never has, for that matter—but, there’s something…different about officer reyes. she’ll give him credit that he’s far more competent than the two former lackeys of hopper’s. she’d been initially wary of him when he’d first arrived in hawkins, especially given how things with government officials usually go. but, she would admit, he was…actually kind of alright.
though she’d be lying if she said that she would’ve ever imagined someone as seemingly reserved and stoic as him would be ‘roommates’ with someone so…opposite. it wasn’t her place to pry, however—even if it was a journalistic ITCH that just begged to be scratched.
she stops in her tracks when carlos does, immediately on high alert—ears straining to see if she can hear what he did. she takes a moment to glance around before her eyes dart over to the older man’s head.
“ no, what—? ”
did you feel sick?
when hadn’t he felt sick was the better question. must have been something he ate that wasn’t agreeing with him. it wasn’t how he wanted his first day back to go ( as thankful as he was that he managed to go their entire honeymoon without any complications ), but all he could do now was curl up in bed and try not to throw up. he had a feeling that pepto bismol was going to be his best friend for a while.
“ i’m alright, babe, ” he insisted, though his appearance would say otherwise. “ i didn’t feel sick yesterday, no, but… i dunno- it must’ve been something i ate… ” though he didn’t want carlos to fret over him—he did enough of that already.
“ but i’ll be fine, promise. you should go to work. i’ll still be here when you get home. ”
pride icons for my beloved @trustinginstincts and myself <3
“That didn’t hurt at all– like, not even slightly.”
the throbbing that’s radiating throughout his skull is ignored for the moment; all attention is shifted towards his husband. concern flashes across his features, showing in his olive eyes as they linger on carlos’ face—more specifically, his nose.
it’s bleeding.
tk’s first reaction is to panic—ironic, given his field of work, and how level-headed he has to stay in situations like that—but this is CARLOS, his HUSBAND, the LOVE OF HIS LIFE, and it’s personal. still… tk forces himself to hold back the barrage of apologies—managing to stop himself after the initial, ‘oh my god, babe, i’m so sorry!’ and he accesses the damage.
he resists the urge to roll his eyes as carlos’ dismissal, unable to tell if he’s actually being SARCASTIC or not. it doesn’t matter either way, however, as tk isn’t going to let him get away scot-free. as if to cement this thought, his hands lift to carefully take carlos’ face in them, scrutinizing his nose, taking note of the blood residue.
so, he’d made carlos’ nose bleed, which they can deal with, but he’d need to check just to make sure that it isn’t BROKEN.
finally, his gaze lifts from carlos’ nose to his cow eyes, locking there as he asks, “ be honest with me, babe, how bad does it actually hurt ? you know i won’t know the best way to treat your nose if you don’t tell me… ”
“What are you drinking and can I have some?”
there’s a pause, glass hovering at tk’s lips as he glances over at carlos, brow raising as he registers the question. was his flirting that off base ? he purposely takes another sip before answering.
“ uhhh… water…? ” carlos knew he didn’t drink. “ you know i’m sober, babe. ” his gaze drifts over to the sink before flitting back to his husband. “there’s plenty of it in the tap if you want some.”
there’s a beat of a pause as he takes a second to look carlos over. “ are you good, baby…? ”
