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“Soooo, wanna tell me why there is a random bag of gems on the table? Are they like radioactive?”

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“Um… I have allergies?” Carlos said. “And no, they’re not radioactive. But don’t touch them – I haven’t run them through the dishwasher yet.”

Maria blinked, “Okay what is the coraltion between the allergies and the gem stones? And why does you need to wash them?”

“They’re covered in snot,” Carlos said flatly. “Apparently this time around allergy season for me consists of gemstone loogies.”

“I swear this place gets weirder every day. I want to look through them once they are clean. My love of shiny things is infinite and I will not be denied.” She told her brother immediately.

“What are you, a magpie?” Carlos asked with a chuckle. “If you’re nice I might even let you keep some. I’m going to study them to see how pure they are… I don’t know how to appraise them though.”

“You can call me a magpie all you like, I don’t care. You can study all the ones I don’t want.” She decided with a shrug. “Take them to a jeweller? Or a geologist? You have one of those on your team, yeah?”

Carlos just grinned cheesily at her. He sniffed and turned his head away, just in case. “Yeah, I’ll see if Arnold wants to look at them. He usually prefers sedimentary though – more interesting, I guess.”

“Soooo, wanna tell me why there is a random bag of gems on the table? Are they like radioactive?”

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“Um… I have allergies?” Carlos said. “And no, they’re not radioactive. But don’t touch them – I haven’t run them through the dishwasher yet.”

Maria blinked, “Okay what is the coraltion between the allergies and the gem stones? And why does you need to wash them?”

“They’re covered in snot,” Carlos said flatly. “Apparently this time around allergy season for me consists of gemstone loogies.”

“I swear this place gets weirder every day. I want to look through them once they are clean. My love of shiny things is infinite and I will not be denied.” She told her brother immediately.

“What are you, a magpie?” Carlos asked with a chuckle. “If you’re nice I might even let you keep some. I’m going to study them to see how pure they are… I don’t know how to appraise them though.”

“Soooo, wanna tell me why there is a random bag of gems on the table? Are they like radioactive?”

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“Um… I have allergies?” Carlos said. “And no, they’re not radioactive. But don’t touch them – I haven’t run them through the dishwasher yet.”

Maria blinked, “Okay what is the coraltion between the allergies and the gem stones? And why does you need to wash them?”

“They’re covered in snot,” Carlos said flatly. “Apparently this time around allergy season for me consists of gemstone loogies.”

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Peter sighs as he flops down on his bunk and starts dialing up the signal for terra. They were goi g to be close and he knew if carlos said he wanted to see Yondu then they would visit. “Hey Carlos! Hehe. So we’re gonna be the closest we have been since we left only a few jumps away from terra. I really want to visit but you know how dad is…. he won’t come unless you call him… something about getting in your way or something. Damn man I miss you. Oh and tell your dad I’d loooove a life time supply of those tamales!”

A call from Peter was just what Carlos needed and he answered the communicator tired, but happy. “Pete, it’s so good to hear from you,” he told the younger man. “You’re close? What brings you to our back-water part of the galaxy? Heh…”

“A mission of some sort that I wasn’t allowed to go on……. was soooo stupid….. dad got shot in the arm…. would not have happened if I’d been there. But noooooo. Heh. So yeah I mentioned to dad to come by but he said not unless you invite us. Something about you being busy and stuff.”

Carlos wasn’t busy. Wasn’t busy at all. At least, not in the way he really wanted to be.

“I’m never too busy for you guys! Absolutely – swing by if you can! We’ll have dinner,” Carlos said, smiling.

“Awesome!!!” There was the sound of peter running then jumping on the bed the camera going all crazy then a flash of blue and glowing red. “Dad! Carlos says we can come visit! Common get up!!!”

“BOY GET OFF ME!!!! FUCK OWWW!!! PETER JASON QUILL GET BACK HERE!!!”

Carlos chuckled. God, he missed these peoples’ craziness.

“Yondu, you but holes in that boy I’m never buying you ice cream again,” Carlos pretended to scold, speaking loudly into the comm to make sure Yondu could hear him.

Yondu takes the com and sets it down so it showed him sitting up in bed shirtless and peter in a head lock getting tickled to death. “Now come on carlos. That’s just playing dirty.” Grins at him. He had a few bandages but didn’t look to bad.

Carlos blinked at Yondu, a little surprised at his state of
undress. Did Peter call in the middle of the night shift?

Carlos cleared his throat and smiled. “Um, so… How are you
guys doing? Not getting into too much trouble I hope?”

Yondu grins at him. “We’re ravagers always getting into trouble hehe.” Yawns a bit and let’s peter go as the boy plops down on the bed next to him. “Little shit woke me in the middle of the night cycle..”

Carlos sighed. “Peter…” he chided gently, looking at the lump of human teenager next to Yondu.

Peter grins. “Only time I can call you man especially with us being so close! And this grump is happy and he knows it!”

Yondu whacks down with a pillow. “Go back to sleep or when we do get to terra you’ll be here scrubbingbthe floors!”

Carlos smiled at Peter. He folded his arms on his desk and leaned in closer to the viewscreen on the communicator. “I’ll talk to you in a bit, Pete,” Carlos promised. “After Yondu and I iron out some details about you guys swinging by here.”

Peter huffs But then nods and jumps off the bed Yondu smirks hearing kraglins grumpy shout as peter returned to the shared bed with the older boy. “These boys are gonna be the death of me.”

Carlos just kept smiling. “But you love every minute of it, don’t you?” he asked. He propped his head up on one of his hands and looked at Yondu. “How are you doing, big guy?”

Yondu lays back floating the pad above him yawning. “I’m living. Missing you… that hasn’t changed. Just got done with another hybernation… Krags is coming out of his…. hence why peters sleeping with him. Pete either sleeps with me or krags…. sometimes Tullk or Jamie…… or Oblo never is away from someone he doesn’t trust…. never sleeps alone either. He’s been talking to someone. It’s a over comms so we can still travel. He did a lot of crying for a while…..a lot of clinging but I think he’s better now… to a point.”

Carlos hummed and nodded. “That sounds pretty normal,” he
said. “I mean, at least by human standards. We – especially kids – have a habit
of clinging onto things and thinking things are our fault. So it’ll be a while
to break him of that. But if you think he’s getting better, then I trust your
judgement. He’s… he’s not begging to go back to Earth when he’s in crisis mode,
is he?”

“Not as much. Only when he gets really upset….. keeps saying he’ll go live with you though with the argument. Kid loves you.”

Carlos chuckled. “Yeah… um, I’m glad he does,” he said. Though Carlos wasn’t sure if that should ever happen. As it stood, he was still unemployed – unemployed for a whole year, in fact. It was getting harder to explain why he hadn’t been hired yet, because really he didn’t know. He was living with his dad and his brother right now, and Mikey was the only one making any money with his software and software repair work. Carlos would really prefer Pete to stay with Yondu where he can be cared for and not feel guilty about being one more mouth to feed.

“Your thinking to hard carlos. Even if my came to lmy be with you it would be short… he doesn’t know how to live the terran life style. Anyway… how’s wheels and your dad? They doing good?”

Carlos looked at Yondu. “Huh? Oh, yeah – they’re good. They’re happy I’m still around. I, uh… haven’t gotten the chance to move back out yet. Just… haven’t had the opportunity.”

“Work hard to come by? At least one you like. With your needs and that doesn’t make you want to jump out a window. You know your job here is still available.”

Carlos sighed. “I know, Yondu, I know, it’s just…” He paused, trying
to think about all the shit he’d gone through that past year. “I…
found out my last employer was an absolute nutcase. Like, he’s been
convicted of attempted murder of one of Earth’s heroes and is in jail.”

“Wow….. sorry about that…. hey.. it will look up. That guys locked up yeah so you’ll be ok. Your really valuable just gotta take the right person to know your perfect for what ever they need you for. And earth has hero’s? Oh… John Wayne says hi…. he and he group are floating with us.”

Carlos made a little groaning noise. “I dunno,” he admitted finally. “I just… maybe he’s the reason I’m not hired yet – because people see ‘Hammertech’ in my employment history and assume I’m crooked or something. The… the guy Hammer tried to kill was literally the richest guy on Earth, and he spends his time flying around in a mechanical super suit helping people. Who the hell is crazy enough to try to kill someone like that??”

The mention of John Wayne caught Carlos off-guard. “You found the pod again? How are they doing? Has John Wayne gotten any bigger?” He wondered if Yondu was trying to distract him now. Carlos probably needed a distraction…

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Carlos sat quietly for a few moments, not doing anything
with the soap or the washcloth. He wondered if Hancock would prefer to take a
little break from him. Just… for a day. Carlos thought maybe he could go into
the workshop early and work for the day – there was always something that
needed fixing or tuning up in the town after all. Yeah… he could do that.

He looked at the man in front of him, watching him wash
himself for another moment. Carlos thought he should give him a hand…
Well, he could just ask.

“Hey, uh… do you want me to…” Carlos trailed off. His voice sounded incredibly vulnerable and Carlos didn’t like it. He didn’t
want to talk too much and have a new reason to be upset. Gently he put his hand
on Hancock’s shoulder blade, hoping that the other would get his meaning.  

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Carlos looked at him. “Really?” he asked. “I… I’ve got to admit, I don’t read erotic literature. I tried one once and… it was just kinda… weird? To me? It was too descriptive about the wrong things… if that makes sense.”

“I doesn’t make a whole lotta sense.” He laughed and offered a small shrug. “I dunno what kinda stuff you were readin’, but what I’ve seen…. the focus is all on genitals mostly, heh. That’s kinda what ya expect from erotica though.”

“Well, the one I saw, I remember that it had really weird, um… ‘like’ descriptions,” Carlos said. “What are those called? Um, um, um…” He snapped his fingers, trying to think. “Not a metaphor, but… I remember one of the sentences said something like ‘the skin of her breasts were soft and silky like a purse’ and ‘his hands gripped her with the strength of a farmer milking a cow’s udders’. Just, in my opinion… very poor descriptions. I’ve never seen a silky purse.”

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Carlos laughed. “Nah – that sort of joke is for April Fool’s Day. Hm… In fact – thanks for the idea!” Carlos brought Hancock’s hand to his mouth to press a light kiss to the knuckles. “But seriously… it is something tangible that is not me, I promise.”

Carlos opened the door to the statehouse and peeked out into the alley. He tried to keep his grip on Hancock’s hand loose, in case the other wanted to pull away out in public. Carlos understood the concern about his image, he did… but in the Vault they wouldn’t have had to even worry about that sort of thing.

“Shame, you’re all I ever wanted.” He replied easily, shooting a wink over at Carlos. Even as they stepped outside, Hancock didn’t let go of his hand, still gripping it tight as they walked down the alley. At one point he may have been more concerned about showing his softer side to the people of Goodneighbor, but it didn’t take long for that worry to fade, he knew Carlos would be safe, as long as the Watch was around to make sure no one targeted him just to get to the ghoul, he’d made a point of recruiting carefully for a reason and it was never really his reputation he was worried about, only the danger that could be brought to the other man if that image was damaged enough to make someone brave enough to do something very stupid.

Carlos’ breath hitched slightly at Hancock’s response. He tried not to look at the other man. He couldn’t get bashful here – he was going to give Hancock a present, and he needed to be chivalrous!

Carlos stopped them at the warehouse door where his workshop was set up and he dug in his pocket for the key. He opened the door and held it for Hancock to get inside first.

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“I’m pretty sure erotica isn’t written with ‘love’ in mind,” Carlos told him with an amused smile. “‘Lust’ and ‘fun’, more like it, huh?” He removed another part from the terminal – the hard drive. He was extra careful setting it down out of the way so it wouldn’t accidentally get nudged or hit.

“Eh, I think it depends on the writer.” He chuckled softly. “I’ll agree, most of it is all about the sex, which is great, heh, but I’ve read a few that focused on love just as much, you’d be surprised.”

Carlos looked at him. “Really?” he asked. “I… I’ve got to admit, I don’t read erotic literature. I tried one once and… it was just kinda… weird? To me? It was too descriptive about the wrong things… if that makes sense.”