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"Hey babe," TK stops just short of his greeting when he sees the mess cluttered around the kitchen. Empty mixing bowls, flour scattered across the counter top, and chocolate morsels spilling out of their packaging.
He looks at Carlos, currently splayed out on the couch, his red apron covered in what looks like many attempts at baking. Around him, it looks like the living room was tossed up, turned around and torn apart. "Were we robbed?"
"If you ask that a third time, it's going to come true." Carlos pipes up from his spot on the sofa, making no effort to move.
"I didn't know felonies worked like Beetlejuice, but hey," TK finally ventures into the kitchen. He places the groceries on a clean spot of the counter. "You learn something new every day."
He walks over to join Carlos on the couch, pulling him up to join him in a sitting position. "You want to tell me why our apartment is in disarray?"
"Lou II got out." Carlos explains, bluntly. "I was in the middle of making cookies and while I was waiting for the oven to heat up, I went to feed him. Imagine my shock when I saw his tank was empty."
"I don't think I need to imagine it, babe." TK jokes.
"Not funny." Carlos' mouth is a straight line and TK fights back a laugh.
"Anyways, I started panicking because the cookies have chocolate in them and Lou II can't have chocolate and the last thing I want to do is kill our pet lizard," Carlos rambles on, his words starting to tumble over each other. "Long story short, Lou II seems to be a Spurs fan. I found him nestled in my jersey in the closet."
"Aw babe," TK caresses Carlos' cheek. "He wanted to be closer to you."
Carlos pushes TK's hand down. "Don't try to make it cute."
"That's hard when everything you do is so cute." He stands up, going to put the groceries away. Carlos' dough is currently sitting in rounded mounds waiting to be placed into the oven that is currently off.
When Carlos said he was making cookies, TK thought nothing of it. He's been on sick leave and while Carlos is good at many things, enjoying his free time is not one of them. Now that TK's stepped into the madness, he sees they aren't just any cookies. "Carlos, is this my mom's cookie recipe?"
"Yeah," Carlos joins TK in the kitchen. “Try some.” TK picks up a cookie, biting into it and it practically melts in his mouth. "I make them whenever I miss you and well, I missed you."
TK’s eyebrows knit. He cocks his head slightly, caught off guard by the sudden pining.”I’ve just been out on call."
"I always miss you when you're not around." Carlos defends, casually shrugging as if he didn't just say something that makes TK want to melt.
"As I said," TK leans over, pulling Carlos is for a kiss. "Cute." TK looks at the ingredients cluttered on the island. "You are missing the secret ingredient though."
"Love?" Carlos asks. "Though, as long as I've got you around, I have that in spades."
"Toffee." TK answers, smiling at Carlos. "But I love the way you think."