I will never be over Carlos just sitting there at the hospital with TK sleeping on his shoulder. Like, he isn't even looking at his phone or anything. He's just sitting there fully content. I so wish we'd gotten to see the beginning of that scene where we could see TK snuggling up to him and falling asleep
TK’s head drops and then he jumps, startling himself as he nods off and then jolts back awake. Carlos watches out of the corner of his eye as TK sighs in annoyance and scrubs his hands over his face. He lightly smacks his own cheeks, trying to rouse himself.
Carlos leans into him, bumping their shoulders together.
“Why is this taking so long?” TK mutters.
“Two times I’ve waited by your hospital bed,” Carlos points out, reaching over and taking TK’s hand. He threads their fingers together and rubs his thumb in a slow arc over TK’s skin. “Would you have crapped out this quick if it was me in there?”
“I’m not crapping out, I’m pissed that nobody’s telling us anything.” TK brings Carlos’s hand up to his mouth so he can press his lips to Carlos’s knuckles. “And if it was you, I would be an absolute nightmare for the nursing staff.”
Carlos laughs softly. TK looks at him, his lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah, I don’t doubt it.”
There are purple circles developing underneath TK’s eyes, his exhaustion showing through his pale skin. He always puts everyone on earth before himself, especially his friends, and it’s something Carlos loves about him so much but he also loves when TK slows down and lets himself be taken care of.
“Close your eyes for a bit. I’ll wake you up if a doctor comes to talk to us.”
“I’m okay,” TK argues.
Instead of answering, Carlos crosses his free hand over his body and taps with two fingers on his right shoulder.
TK licks his lips and smiles again. He tilts his chin forward, asking for a kiss that Carlos gives to him. Their mouths press together, soft and chaste but meaningful; TK humming quietly into it. He wraps his other arm around Carlos’s bicep and slouches down in his chair, resting his head on Carlos’s shoulder.
Carlos kisses his hair, and then looks across the waiting room into Grace’s smiling face as TK makes himself comfortable.