Carlos's breath catches, audibly, at the feel of those fingers under his chin, lifting, and he's very clearly the same kind of flustered that had led him to flee to the bathroom, before. But he'd already determined he wouldn't be doing that anymore, so instead there's a whole play of muscles down his neck and arms that can't decide if they want to flee or lock into place. It's a panic response, but it's becoming more and more clear (particularly with the more food he eats) that he is not panicking at Kevin for any of the normal reasons to do so-- not with a blush like that on his face and the way he can't stop staring, now that Kevin's tilted his head up.

"You have really unusual eyes," he says, in a manner that suggests that he had definitely not intended to say that out loud, "I mean... um," he tries to duck his head, but he can't really, not with Kevin's hand there and so he just flushes further, chuckling awkwardly, "... that was a weird thing to say. Um. You're... you're right, I probably should take a closer look at the device and see what's causing it to malfunction. And I don't... know if I know where to start with Night Vale's radio station, really. I mean, my meters went crazy the first time I was there, but after Station Management got agitated that I was trying to get Cecil to evacuate during the Weather, I decided it wasn't a good idea to go back inside."

He stops for long enough to take a breath, to have another bite of dessert.

"Night Vale's... a little weird, actually," he says with a laugh, "Nothing ever seems to work the way it should there. But it's home now, I guess," another little nervous chuckle.

He calls it home, but he does not mention returning there.