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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.