Carl and Camille seemed to be getting along well. Anyone who saw them from a distance would think they were best friends because clearly Carl was gay and Camille wasn't.
However, none would have imagined that these two were both hurt and broken by the same woman who thought it was wise to screw up the lives of over half the world. Yet, they were so happy, and it almost seemed like they were in their own world.
Sure, the pods separated them, but the smiles on their faces could light up and introduce them to their own world. Carlos's long locks kept swirling around the pod as the man was excited and happy and doing everything probably in excess, but he deserved it.
He deserved this bout of happiness, no matter how small it was. This was like their reset button and the one-click that could jumpstart his happy life, and frankly, no one was objecting to that.
