“I think so,” Carlos said. “I’m 35. Also, you were the ‘young goof’ because you already named me Big Goof. So there.” Carlos grinned as they went into the bedroom and he shut the door behind them. He reached to undo the clasp on his Pip-boy so he could put it down.
“Eh, we’re close, I’ll be there soon.” Hancock shrugged, the smile still on his face. He neglected to tell him just when he’d be the same age, but if Carlos really wanted to know, all he had to do was ask. As they stepped into the room, the ghoul stretched then pulled his coat off and set it aside on a chair, kicking his shoes off a moment later. “So then, handsome. Just how comfortable do ya wanna get for this nap?”
Carlos was already pulling off his flannel, and the undershirt with it. He looked at Hancock with a blank expression as he tried to think about what Hancock said.
“Boxers okay?” he asked. Skin-on-skin contact wasn’t something Carlos would shy away from. And it was warm enough as long as they cuddled together. Though if Hancock was asking if he wanted to go nude, he honestly felt weird about it. Not in the way that Hancock might fear however, as Carlos always preferred to wear at least boxers to bed.
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