*he holds up a marker* hey Carlos, wanna sign my cast? -dedmax

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Wha? Um, I guess? I… what happened, Max?

i uhh.. fell off the roof a couple days ago..

Doing what? Wait – gimme the marker, I still want to sign.

*he hands the marker over before pulling his sleeve up* .. does it matter..?

I would like to know… did you go to the hospital for this? *he starts to draw a dinosaur with really short arms on the cast*

of course i went to hospital, i couldn’t walk around with three broken- *he stops himself, a clear ‘oh shyt’ look on his face*

*Carlos just looks at him* I’m glad to hear you went to a hospital. What did they say you broke? *he’s trying not to look judgemental, because he isn’t judging. At least, not as much as Max might fear. He just wants to know what happened and what Max is facing in terms of healing*

*he glanced away* three broken ribs…

*frowns. That… was pretty scary.* That must’ve been some fall, Max… I’m glad you got patched up though.

*he nods* yeah.. *he looks down at his cast, frowning softly*

*Carlos finishes signing. The Dinosaur is reaching for a star, but its arms are too short so it looks silly. Carlos wrote “Reach for the stars! Feel better soon!” and then his name.* There you go… *he smiles at Max*

*he chuckles softly as he looks at the dinosaur* thanks Carlos

Do you need anything? Pain killers or anything?

*he holds up a marker* hey Carlos, wanna sign my cast? -dedmax

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Wha? Um, I guess? I… what happened, Max?

i uhh.. fell off the roof a couple days ago..

Doing what? Wait – gimme the marker, I still want to sign.

*he hands the marker over before pulling his sleeve up* .. does it matter..?

I would like to know… did you go to the hospital for this? *he starts to draw a dinosaur with really short arms on the cast*

of course i went to hospital, i couldn’t walk around with three broken- *he stops himself, a clear ‘oh shyt’ look on his face*

*Carlos just looks at him* I’m glad to hear you went to a hospital. What did they say you broke? *he’s trying not to look judgemental, because he isn’t judging. At least, not as much as Max might fear. He just wants to know what happened and what Max is facing in terms of healing*

*he glanced away* three broken ribs…

*frowns. That… was pretty scary.* That must’ve been some fall, Max… I’m glad you got patched up though.

*he nods* yeah.. *he looks down at his cast, frowning softly*

*Carlos finishes signing. The Dinosaur is reaching for a star, but its arms are too short so it looks silly. Carlos wrote “Reach for the stars! Feel better soon!” and then his name.* There you go… *he smiles at Max*

*he holds up a marker* hey Carlos, wanna sign my cast? -dedmax

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Wha? Um, I guess? I… what happened, Max?

i uhh.. fell off the roof a couple days ago..

Doing what? Wait – gimme the marker, I still want to sign.

*he hands the marker over before pulling his sleeve up* .. does it matter..?

I would like to know… did you go to the hospital for this? *he starts to draw a dinosaur with really short arms on the cast*

of course i went to hospital, i couldn’t walk around with three broken- *he stops himself, a clear ‘oh shyt’ look on his face*

*Carlos just looks at him* I’m glad to hear you went to a hospital. What did they say you broke? *he’s trying not to look judgemental, because he isn’t judging. At least, not as much as Max might fear. He just wants to know what happened and what Max is facing in terms of healing*

*he glanced away* three broken ribs…

*frowns. That… was pretty scary.* That must’ve been some fall, Max… I’m glad you got patched up though.

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Carlos nodded to Hancock, smiling. “Oh yeah – he’s absolutely great at cooking,” he told Hancock. “He worked as a chef in his day. But he’s also a dad, so beware of Dad Jokes. Heheh!”

“I can’t help but feel like you’re tryin’ to set me up with your da, tellin’ me about all his best attributes. I do have a thing for older men.” He joked, shooting a wink over at the other man. “Y’know, you seem to be quite the catch yourself, handsome, a lot of people find intelligence extremely attractive, myself included.”

Carlos laughed. “Well, I’ll be honest, seeing him date would probably
be too weird for me. He’s been single for such a long time.”

And they were right back to talking (flirting?) about Carlos, huh?

“And
well, you know, there’s a reason I’ve been single for a while too,” he
went on. “Intelligence might be attractive, yeah… until the workaholic
inventor misses too many dates. You know, like Robin Williams in Flubber. Though I haven’t missed my own wedding, thank God.”

*he holds up a marker* hey Carlos, wanna sign my cast? -dedmax

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Wha? Um, I guess? I… what happened, Max?

i uhh.. fell off the roof a couple days ago..

Doing what? Wait – gimme the marker, I still want to sign.

*he hands the marker over before pulling his sleeve up* .. does it matter..?

I would like to know… did you go to the hospital for this? *he starts to draw a dinosaur with really short arms on the cast*

of course i went to hospital, i couldn’t walk around with three broken- *he stops himself, a clear ‘oh shyt’ look on his face*

*Carlos just looks at him* I’m glad to hear you went to a hospital. What did they say you broke? *he’s trying not to look judgemental, because he isn’t judging. At least, not as much as Max might fear. He just wants to know what happened and what Max is facing in terms of healing*

*he holds up a marker* hey Carlos, wanna sign my cast? -dedmax

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Wha? Um, I guess? I… what happened, Max?

i uhh.. fell off the roof a couple days ago..

Doing what? Wait – gimme the marker, I still want to sign.

*he hands the marker over before pulling his sleeve up* .. does it matter..?

I would like to know… did you go to the hospital for this? *he starts to draw a dinosaur with really short arms on the cast*

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Carlos looked at it. “Well… there’s two options,” he said. I can solder it back in place and the connections will work as good as new. But I’d have to be creative with how to apply that since I doubt you have a soldering gun lying around… or spare solder.” Carlos set the piece down. “The other option is to wait until we can get a replacement for it. It still has some use… but in the state, it is a little dangerous and risks burning out more of the parts inside and shorting out.”

His frown deepened as he stared down at the console, considering Carlos’ words. He didn’t really want to get rid of the part, but if it was putting the rest of the terminal in danger, what other option did he have? “Well……. I don’t want it fuckin’ everything else up, What can ya do for now to make sure everythin’ else works while we figure out how to fix that?”

“I can take it out now,” Carlos said. “The rest of the terminal will work – it’ll just give you a warning letting you know that the drive isn’t attached. But if you just don’t put any holotapes in then it won’t run.”