Are we living a life that is worth the harm?

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Why is the boss currently wearing a seat-belt as a a fashion accessory? THOSE ARE FOR SAFETY NOT FASHION. WHY ARE YOU ADDING SAFETY TO YOUR FASHION?

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He looked down at his coffee, and back at Henry, still smiling. "We do! I think we do. I mean, it's warm, the coffee. So it's probably fresh. I'm not sure who made the coffee. You didn't, did you?"

"Look, I’m pretty sure I don’t need to be a scientist to figure out that there ain't no bees around. And I think I’ll be fine without being careful of bees, that is the least I’ve had to worry about in a long time."

"If you say so. I'm just saying, it can't hurt to be careful, can it? There's no guarantee that the bees we can neither see nor hear aren't lethally dangerous and all around us even as we speak! And I will stand by that statement. But even so, I'm glad you can relax, at least comparatively."

"If there were invisible bees we’d still hear the damn buzzing. Unless you’re gonna try telling me that they’re silent, yet deadly. Which means they could also not be bees."

"These are all very good points! I would encourage you to take it up with Carlos, who is my boyfriend and also a scientist. Unfortunately, I'm only a reporter, and I know very little about bees or the possible lack thereof. I think we should probably still be careful, though! Just in case."

"I’m sorry, what? I think I would know if there were some deadly bees outside, considering we’re outside. Do you see any bees? I sure as hell don’t.”

"Well," he said. "You never know," he said. "They could be invisible bees. Or worse--invisible, constantly teleporting bees, like the clocktower back home, and then how would we know?"

"What the hell people talkin’ about bees? I aint seen nothing."

"My sources are reporting that there is a swarm of extremely loud and extremely deadly bees outside at this very moment! We have yet to receive any confirmation of this, as I have done my best to avoid going outside for the past two days."

So once Cecil pulled the single tissue from the box in front of them, Carlos followed by taking the whole box and placing it between them. “I think we’ll need it,” he commented, slipping his feet under Cecil’s blanket until their ankles touched. He smiled– just before blowing his nose with an unattractive honk– and smiled again, albeit a little more embarrassed this time. “I’m okay with this… mostly okay. This is fine.” 

He leaned forward, placing a gentle peck on Carlos' nose (runny as it was), and then leaned back, grinning despite his sore nose. And then he became serious. "Actually," he started, and then cleared his throat (more as a result of phlegm than for any greater verbal effect or purpose), "if you want, I remember a few old folk remedies my mother used to use whenever I was sick. I mean--I don't know how well they'll work. And I think they're a little... non-standard. Like, I mean, it's, it's very weird stuff, so you'd really just have to trust me, okay? It's not dangerous or anything. Just, you know..." He waved a hand around, helplessly. "I mean it's up to you. But it might help? And it's something to do?"