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now all that’s left to do is tell max!

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Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.

*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!

Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.

*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos

Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.

*he tilts his head, looking slightly confused* you.. have something for me? can we go get it?

Uh, yeah sure. absolutely. Um… are the ducks going to be okay?

yeah, this won’t be the first time i’ve left them alone for a little bit

If you’re sure. My camp isn’t too far away – maybe like a fifteen-minute walk or so.

*he smiles and nods, shoving his hands in his pockets* alright..!

Okay. You got your walking shoes on? Do you want to go now?

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*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..

We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.

*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..

How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?

pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..

Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*

*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..

*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?

just.. thinking about everything again i guess.. t-this is the first time in awhile that someone actually cared that i died..

*Carlos was shocked by that.* Oh… Oh… I see.

*he nods, looking at the bottle* th-these things happen i guess..

They shouldn’t though. You dying.. that’s not something that should happen.

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*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..

We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.

*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..

How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?

pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..

Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*

*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..

*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?

just.. thinking about everything again i guess.. t-this is the first time in awhile that someone actually cared that i died..

*Carlos was shocked by that.* Oh… Oh… I see.

now all that’s left to do is tell max!

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Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.

*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!

Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.

*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos

Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.

*he tilts his head, looking slightly confused* you.. have something for me? can we go get it?

Uh, yeah sure. absolutely. Um… are the ducks going to be okay?

yeah, this won’t be the first time i’ve left them alone for a little bit

If you’re sure. My camp isn’t too far away – maybe like a fifteen-minute walk or so.

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*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..

We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.

*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..

How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?

pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..

Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*

*he just holds the water bottle, looking at the ground* a-alright..

*Carlos frowned* Hey…. Max? Talk to me – what’s bothering you?

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Carlos rubbed at one of his eyes. He frowned sympathetically. He shifted closer to the other and pulled him into a hug, rubbing his shoulder. “I’m sorry, hon…” he murmured. “Do you need to talk about it?”

“I….. don’t know if I want to bother you with heavy talk…..” He replied softly as he moved in closer and curled up against him. “I’m….. just hold me for a while?”

“Okay,” Carlos said softly. “I can absolutely do that.” He gently nuzzled Hancock’s forehead before pressing a kiss there. He rubbed Hancock’s back and just held him close, taking a deep breath and letting it out with a tired yawn.

now all that’s left to do is tell max!

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Yeah… okay. Just… be gentle about it. Politely curious. Okay.

*Looks at the tent* Hey, uh… hey Max? It’s me, Carlos. @dedmaxsearchhistory

*he quickly signed a little ‘Max C’ in the corner with a smile* there!

Thanks a lot, buddy. I’ll treasure this, I promise.

*he chuckles, pocketing the crayon* thanks Carlos

Of course, Max. *He folds up the paper and puts it in his pocket for safe-keeping.* Oh – I just remembered something. I have something for you too – but I forgot to bring it. It’s still back in my mobile lab… damn.

*he tilts his head, looking slightly confused* you.. have something for me? can we go get it?

Uh, yeah sure. absolutely. Um… are the ducks going to be okay?

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*he was upset to see his hoodie in a rubbish bag but shrugged it off and got up* yeah, it has been awhile..

We’ll do that, then we can run the laundry at the mat.

*he nods slightly, forcing a small smile* o-okay..

How are you feeling? Can you… should you be standing up?

pppprobably not? but when’s the last time that stopped me..

Sit down, Max… we’re not in a hurry. Here… *he moves and picks up a plastic waterbottle, offering it to Max*

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Carlos’ heart lurched and he felt himself begin to panic
again. Hancock was disappointed, and in his fragile emotional state this was devastating to Carlos. Am I ever going to stop fucking up? Apparently
not because he didn’t even need to say a word to hurt people he cared about!

He hadn’t been speaking because he didn’t want to cry again.
But his eyes and nose burned anyway with oncoming tears as he silently began to
berate himself anew. What is wrong with
me? No, really, what the FUCK is wrong with me?? Why the hell am I even
here – what on Earth made me think it was okay to stay here in the first
place!?

Carlos tried to keep himself together. He swallowed around
the painful lump in this throat and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment to
clear out the tears. He sniffed and kept trying to wash Hancock’s back as
steady as he could.

He didn’t deserve Hancock. Carlos had been stuck in a vault
for too long and he clearly wasn’t cut out for relationships – much less one
with a ghoul, if Carlos was just going to be an ass and not be okay with things. He… God. He was just garbage.

Carlos stopped washing Hancock. The hand holding the
washcloth dropped into the water and the other hand left Hancock’s shoulder to
cover Carlos’ face. The tears wouldn’t stop and his throat hurt from the
tightness of him trying to hold back the noise that wanted to come out. He wasn’t
going to do this in a bathtub… please, God, don’t let him do this in a bathtub
with Hancock right there!