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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.”

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Carlos resisted the urge to groan in disbelief. He still got
shivers from Hancock’s hand in his hair. At the moment though, he didn’t think
they were ‘good’. He was going to mess up again, he knew it – he just didn’t
know when.

But of course Carlos didn’t say anything about it. Instead
he just nodded and slowly pulled his arms around Hancock, hugging him again. He
didn’t want to discuss it again – he just wanted to finish the bath, go to bed,
and hopefully feel better in the morning.

“I want you to be happy, Han. That’s all I want.”

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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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Carlos hummed. “Damn the imperials trying to kill other languages,” he joked with a soft laugh. “Never give up – never surrender.” He chuckled and looked back out to the ocean. “I learned Spanish at home, even though we lived so far north from Mexico. I honestly can’t imagine going to a place where all the signs are in Spanish with English as a subtitle. And just about nobody speaks Spanish where my dad lives right now… though of course it has its usefulness.”

“I was under the impression there were a lot of Spanish speakers in the states, you don’t use it that often?” He looked a little surprised by that, the image he had of what America was really like seemed to be very different from what it actually was. “There are some places that are pretty Spanish-speaking though, yeah? Down by the Mexican border at least?”

“Oh yeah, there’s loads of Spanish-speakers in the U.S.,”
Carlos said. “I just mean right at the place where my dad lives – it’s a small
town and they’re predominantly English-speaking. But there’s Spanish-speaking
communities all over – even as far up as New York. I absolutely love going into a Latin-American Paneria whenever I can – You not only get good food and candy, but cheap too.”

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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.

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“What? Oh, no, no, no, it’s not that,” Carlos assured him quickly. “It’s just… heh… I uh… haven’t even really thought about them in a while.” Which was very strange and, now that he thought about it, concerning. He loved his family. They got along so well! There was no reason to not talk to them.

He seemed more distressed than something like that would warrant. He felt a new level of distaste for Night Vale at his new suspicion.

“You don’t think they’ve been… keeping you from thinking of them?” he asked.

“I… I don’t know,” Carlos said. “I mean… it might not even be intentional – Night Vale seems to have a strange and ancient sort of… power to it. But… I suppose it’s something worth wondering about.”

An idea struck Carlos and he pulled out his phone. He started to set up alarms all over his calendar, the subjects simply reading his dad and his brother’s names. He couldn’t let himself forget about them again.

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Carlos just shut his eyes and shook his head as Hancock
spoke. No, no, no – Hancock didn’t need to apologize. He tried to keep his arms
relaxed when Hancock took his hands.

“No, I’m sorry… I didn’t think it through and I didn’t… I
didn’t mean that. I… I know you think more of me.” Though Carlos still couldn’t
fathom why. But still, here they
were. And still, Carlos did mess up.
God… what was he going to do?

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“The Dingle Peninsula?” Carlos asked curiously. That was
kind of a strange name, he thought. “That sounds great. And… I didn’t know you
spoke Irish.” As Carlos said that though he realized how stupid that probably
sounded. Of course Hancock could know
Irish – Carlos still knew Spanish and he lived nowhere near a Hispanic country
himself.

“I know it sounds silly, I’ve heard all the jokes.” He snorted. His smile widened as Carlos went on and he offered a shrug. “It became mandatory to learn in schools around the country sometime after we won our independence, I might’a been sent to Hogwarts when I was only eleven, but I was in a regular school learnin’ with all the other Irish kids until then. It’s not a widely spoken language, almost died out actually, but we’re workin’ hard on tryin’ to revive it. Technically, it’s the national and first official language of Ireland, English bein’ the second, but you’ll find a hell of a lot more folks defaulting to English than Irish, it’s just not used much apart from a few counties and on all our fuckin’ signs, heh.”

Carlos hummed. “Damn the imperials trying to kill other languages,” he joked with a soft laugh. “Never give up – never surrender.” He chuckled and looked back out to the ocean. “I learned Spanish at home, even though we lived so far north from Mexico. I honestly can’t imagine going to a place where all the signs are in Spanish with English as a subtitle. And just about nobody speaks Spanish where my dad lives right now… though of course it has its usefulness.”

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Carlos froze immediately. He stared at Hancock, wide-eyed
and uncertain as the dread and guilt from before quickly crawled up his spine
once again. Hancock wasn’t a person who yelled when unhappy, but Carlos still
felt like he’d been snapped at. Shit – and he was doing so well…

Carlos’ hands loosened his hold on Hancock and slowly Carlos
started to pull them away. His shoulders hunched as he tried, unsubtly, to
shrink in on himself.

“Th-that’s not what I…” He cut himself off and gulped,
trying to actually think about what
to say. “I… I’m sorry, Ba… uh, Hancock. I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean…” He looked
to the side of the tub, unable to try to keep eye contact.

Carlos was starting to doubt himself again. He wasn’t ‘perfect’—how
could Hancock think he was? He clearly didn’t know what to say to Hancock
without making him upset.

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Carlos looked out the window and smiled. “Oh, that’s amazing,” he said. The sight of the coast looked so refreshing. The blue water looked so vibrant and clean, and there was white foam where it touched the boulders and coast. The ocean stretched out far across flat horizon and Carlos thought he could see an occasional member of marine life breach the surface as little dots of white appeared on the water. “It looks incredible, Hancock. Somehow the water is just… it just looks different from Oregon.”

“Well, it is a different ocean.” He pointed out with a little smile, though he understood that hardly made a difference, ocean was ocean, it was the coastline that changed. “I like to think it’s all the green everywhere around us, makes the water look different, y’know? Less gloomy than some places but a hell of a lot less tropical than others too, heh. I’ll bring ya around to the Dingle Peninsula at some point too, maybe we can take a little boat tour to see Fungie the dolphin, hmm? It’ll be good for ya to go there with an Irish speaker anyway, English is a second language in that part’a the country unlike everywhere else.”

“The Dingle Peninsula?” Carlos asked curiously. That was
kind of a strange name, he thought. “That sounds great. And… I didn’t know you
spoke Irish.” As Carlos said that though he realized how stupid that probably
sounded. Of course Hancock could know
Irish – Carlos still knew Spanish and he lived nowhere near a Hispanic country
himself.