Carlos the Scientist (
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[ OPEN ] One step forward, two steps back.
Who: Carlos, his thoughts, and you.
Where: The roof of the Mansion
When: The night of March 2nd
Rating: PG
Summary: It's been a few days since his boyfriend disappeared from Wonderland, and Carlos is starting to realize that closed doors are a new theme in his life. Want to keep a sulking scientist company?
The Story:
Carlos has never been the kind of person that craves human contact the same way many other people do. He’s content to be alone more often than not. Do you know how much, important scientific work you can do when you have no close attachments to anyone? A lot of work. People are distracting as they are interesting- or maybe are distracting for that very reason. Either way, they tend to get in the way. That was how he’d felt about most everyone until a few years ago, before he’d moved to a strange town full of equally strange people. He’d fallen in love with one of those people despite every attempt not to. That very same man had been in Wonderland until just recently.
The door between their rooms is gone now, and it feels just like a bad joke. Why do doors keep disappearing?
Carlos had just gotten him back.
He sits on the roof of the Mansion looking up at the stars over Wonderland, not even pretending to chart the constellations overhead. There’s a lump in his throat and a gap in his memory that nags at him, its absence felt more keenly now than before. He might not remember, but the memories previously connected to the vanished one recall the shape of it, and they know that the occasion calls for some painful nostalgia. The Core has plucked the night on top of the Arby’s from Carlos's mind. That had been where, for the first time, Carlos had decided to give Cecil a chance. He'd taken a risk, let Cecil rest his head on his shoulder, and the two of them had looked up at the night sky together. It had been one of his fondest memories. But while that’s gone, he hasn’t forgotten what it’s like to have the empty space beside you filled up with someone who fits there perfectly.
Carlos might be content to be alone most nights, but tonight isn’t one of those times.
Where: The roof of the Mansion
When: The night of March 2nd
Rating: PG
Summary: It's been a few days since his boyfriend disappeared from Wonderland, and Carlos is starting to realize that closed doors are a new theme in his life. Want to keep a sulking scientist company?
The Story:
Carlos has never been the kind of person that craves human contact the same way many other people do. He’s content to be alone more often than not. Do you know how much, important scientific work you can do when you have no close attachments to anyone? A lot of work. People are distracting as they are interesting- or maybe are distracting for that very reason. Either way, they tend to get in the way. That was how he’d felt about most everyone until a few years ago, before he’d moved to a strange town full of equally strange people. He’d fallen in love with one of those people despite every attempt not to. That very same man had been in Wonderland until just recently.
The door between their rooms is gone now, and it feels just like a bad joke. Why do doors keep disappearing?
Carlos had just gotten him back.
He sits on the roof of the Mansion looking up at the stars over Wonderland, not even pretending to chart the constellations overhead. There’s a lump in his throat and a gap in his memory that nags at him, its absence felt more keenly now than before. He might not remember, but the memories previously connected to the vanished one recall the shape of it, and they know that the occasion calls for some painful nostalgia. The Core has plucked the night on top of the Arby’s from Carlos's mind. That had been where, for the first time, Carlos had decided to give Cecil a chance. He'd taken a risk, let Cecil rest his head on his shoulder, and the two of them had looked up at the night sky together. It had been one of his fondest memories. But while that’s gone, he hasn’t forgotten what it’s like to have the empty space beside you filled up with someone who fits there perfectly.
Carlos might be content to be alone most nights, but tonight isn’t one of those times.
so late I'm sorry ;o;
"Carlos?"
He stops, standing a little ways away, waiting to see if his presence if wanted before he does anything like settle in.
No worries at all :D!
“Yes…? Oh, wait. I remember you.” His night vision isn’t the best, but it helps that the moonlight hits Souji’s light hair in a way that makes the color really stick out. You don’t see a lot of gray-haired high school kids. Carlos smiles as the recognition sinks in, though he still ends up looking mostly tired. “You made that amazing chicken for Christmas. Isn't it a little late for you to be outside?”
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"I'm used to being up late. And there's no where I have to be in the morning."
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“And what brings you out here? If it’s the weather, I don’t blame you.” He looks back up at the same constellation he’d been staring at before Souji had appeared. It looks a little like a laptop, he thinks, turned on its side at a weird angle. It’s a shame there are no books on Wonderland’s astronomy. “There isn't much else that's good about this place, but at least the weather is nice.” He definitely sounds a little bitter saying that. He had never really resented Wonderland that much before this moment.
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Souji's settling down to sit on the roof proper as Carlos says that last bit, and he peers over at him. He's silent for a few seconds, reflecting, trying to pick what to say from among several options that come to mind.
"It is nice." He looks at the stars, too. "There are other good things, sometimes."
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“Good really is a very relative term. You’re not wrong, but…” he closes his eyes and takes a slow, deep breath. “When you’ve experienced a better version of a good thing, dealing with the downgraded version makes it… a little more difficult to appreciate.”
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"Is Cecil gone?"
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“You’ve got very good powers of deduction. I’m sure you did well in school.” He tries to make it sound light, but the words come out a little less than even. “Yes, he’s… back home. Which is good, really, because I know he missed being home. Most of us do, right? He’s back in the place he loves, doing what he loves, and… he won’t even remember any of this, so that isn’t so bad…” The justifications just won’t stop coming, but he can’t not try to at least think about this in some positive, logical way.
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"It'll be lonely until you go back, too, though." And even if Cecil comes back here someday before that happens, it'll be different, and that will hurt, too. "I'm sorry."
He apologizes not just that Carlos is in this situation, but that he's probably bringing him down by insisting on saying things like that.
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“It’s alright. Well, it’s not alright that this is happening to us, but that’s not your fault. It just goes to show that we need to figure out what makes Wonderland what it is. We can’t keep living at the mercy of its whims like this anymore, and so many of us have people waiting back home.” That’s a more palatable way to think about it, rather than ‘separated from indefinitely.’ “If I remember correctly, you do too. I still intend to do what I can to help you with that.”
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"A scientist can probably make a lot of difference in getting things figured out."
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“You’re right. A scientist can make a difference. That’s part of what a scientist does.” The more he says it out loud, the more reassuring it becomes. There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he half-turns to look at Souji. “Thank you.”
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"There's a lot to get done. But it's okay to miss Cecil, too."
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“You know, you’re pretty sensible for a teenager.”
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He doesn't think he can understand exactly how Carlos feels--every person, every relationship, and every situation is different, after all--but he's got a good basis for empathizing with him.
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“But you’re still young either way. I don’t think I was near as level-headed in my 20’s, or that I would have been in light of…” he gestures around. “All of this. Wonderland’s chaos. The way it gives and takes so randomly.”
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