Carlos:
[putting ice on Michael's knee and trying to make up with him]
You have to take care of this knee, gordito. How's that feel?
Michael:
Much better now.
Carlos:
I love you Michael.
Michael:
I love you too, osito.
Carlos:
And I wanna be with you at the hospital when you go.
Michael:
Really?
Carlos:
I would be lucky to be by your side.
Michael:
Thank you. That won't be necessary.
Carlos:
Why, gordito? Please.
Michael:
Carlos, I'm not going to have the surgery.
Carlos:
Really?
Michael:
Really.
Carlos:
[relieved]
Oh my god! When did you decide this?
Michael:
[breaking down into happy tears]
When you put the ice on my knee.
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