maybe i’m asking for too much but if “it devours” also manages to tell us how carlos fell in love with cecil from his own point of view i will literally leave this plane of existence and subsequently reach nirvana
Carlos post shower messy damp hair in a baggy sweatshirt and pajama pants, eating a (safe) apple watching Planet Earth on Netflix, scientific work on the coffee table, fending of kohshekh from eating his Apple.
Cecil drowsily leaving their shared room to flip down on the couch next to his husband to watch what can be assumed penguins on the tv
Perfection isn’t real. Perfection isn’t human. Carlos is not perfect, no, even better, he is imperfect. Everything about him and us and all of this is imperfect. Those imperfections in our reality are the seams and the cracks into which our out-sized love can seep and pool. And sometimes we are annoyed, and disappointed, and that too is a part of how love works.
I don’t have to tell you that Carlos has perfect hair, and teeth like a military cemetery, you have eyes, most of you. Sorry, Faceless Old Woman. I-I don’t need to tell you that his voice is oaky, or that his enthusiasm about science is inspiring and also deeply erotic. So instead, I will tell you this. It hasn’t always been an easy few years. But through it all, just- just knowing that Carlos was there. That no matter what else happened, we would come back to each other, holding hands like two kids flirting on a first date. That’s what kept me believing in this town. My love for Night Vale and my love for Carlos are the same love. It is the love of someone who has given their life completely to something beyond themselves.
Cecil, Bonus Episode, “Condos” and Episode 100, “Toast”
whenever someone mentions carlos’ name, cecil’s heart flutters no matter the point of the conversation. he always has to interrupt them and says things like “oh, sorry to intrude, but that’s my husband :-)! he’s very cute and I love him so much!! carry on!”