Cecil Gershwin Palmer stumbled through the door to his apartment, tripping on the threshold. Luckily his boyfriend Carlos caught him from behind as Cecil fell clumsily into his arms.
"Careful there, Cec" Carlos said, giggling wildly at the sight. Cecil's thick-rimmed glasses were slightly askew, as was his hair, while pink tinted Cecil's cheeks.
"You're so neat Carlos, you're always there to catch me" and as he said that he leapt further into Carlos's arms so that his boyfriend held him bridal style.
"In the name of Faraday, Cecil, how much did you have to drink?" Carlos asked, struggling to catch his taller boyfriend.
"Well, scientifically speak, just...a lot" Cecil said with a mad cackle. Carlos carried Cecil into their bedroom and plopped Cecil down on their bed. Cecil pulled Carlos down with him, and sat there running his hands through Carlos's hair.
"Your hair is so perfect, why is your hair so perfect?" Cecil asked in a hushed whisper.
"It's because I'm magic" Carlos said with a straight face. When Cecil cracked up, Carlos struggled to keep his face straight.
"You are wearing far too many clothes, Carlos" Cecil said with a sly grin. Carlos stood and removed his Albert Einstein t-shirt in a dramatic display.
"Prepare yourself, it's about to get all scientific up in here" Carlos said, removing the rest of his clothes. Carlos went to the other side of the room to grab the necessary equipment—one must always follow lab safety protocol.
"For I am Carlos, man of love" Carlos declared, but as he jumped into bed next to Cecil, the man was already fast asleep and snuggled in close to Carlos.