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If Carlos Lazaro could find any solace for the situation he found himself close to impeccably dressed for, it was the fact that the feeling was mutual with his prom "date."
It was bad enough that Carlos' hopes that his prom date would lead to the first, best and probably last gay sex he would ever have were dashed upon the rocks of fate upon finding that his prom date was actually a female. It was certainly bad enough that he could barely relax even with the extended travel time from their impromptu stop at a gas station.
No, what made this particularly bad was that now he was in a room that would soon be filled with all the people he had personally judged with his silver-tipped-and-sharpened tongue. And it was not a situation similar to the cafeteria every day. This was one of the
defining moments of his lifetime. The kind where what happened here could not simply be "lived down." The kind where he suddenly forgot all his half-hearted plans to be executed in case they played "his song" or if someone dumped a bucket of pig's blood on him and everything in between.
The kind where an escape to the nearby bus stop would not bode well for inter-family relations whether or not (and more likely the latter) things actually did turn out well between him and Hiro Fukuyama, which would also not bode well for his hopefully short list of things that may come back to bite him after he fled to Seattle Central.
The kind where - if things turned out the way he was increasingly expecting - waking up naked and hurting in all the wrong places in an International District alleyway wouldn't seem so bad.
"Yeah...I'll follow you." Carlos said almost reflexively, as Hiro decided to gravitate toward the nearest wall. The more he stayed out of people's way here, the better. If anyone caught him near her, well, what was one more violent disassociation among the rest?
At least it couldn't have been anyone like oh god sophie's at the table and she's looking at both of us.