Carlos looked at him, a little confused why Hancock would be
about how Carlos felt.Because he’s a nice
guy, Carlos thought to himself. Nice
people do exist out here, no matter how rough it gets. It was nice to know
that, he supposed. And it was nice that his mental well-being wasn’t only his
own concern.He smiled at the ghoul, grateful. “Thanks a lot, Mayor,” he
said. “I really do appreciate you saying that. And really… I’m happy that you
did come up with something for me to do for you.”“You can just call me Hancock, really, I prefer it.” He smiled, patting him on the shoulder lightly before sitting back again to watch Carlos work. “I’m glad I did too, I’ve been meaning to get some shit done around here for a while, but there are only a handful of people around the Commonwealth I know who are capable of workin’ on terminals and stuff I most are either too busy or untrustworthy, heh.”
Carlos hummed. He then grinned. “What, you don’t want people stealing your erotic literature?” he asked. Then he laughed. “I’m kidding – I’m absolutely kidding,” he said quickly.
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