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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 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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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.

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Ironic that the guy
who likes me for my brain is an actual zombie. Carlos almost snorted aloud
at his own joke – he thought it was pretty good and, if he were a ghoul too,
maybe Hancock would appreciate it. But he decided against saying it aloud –
more than once Hancock had jokingly referred to himself as ‘King of the Zombies’
but that was something Carlos was going to stay away from. Too bad… it could
have been a good joke.

“Well, it’s good to know that there’s something about me you like,” he hummed, and he gave Hancock’s jaw
a small kiss.

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Carlos hummed, his nudging turning into nuzzling. He didn’t
feel completely there at the moment with his head hurting, but he was vaguely aware
that Hancock’s response was in a slightly different tone from previously. He
wondered if he said something wrong, but for the life of him couldn’t think of
what it was at the moment.

“It’d be fun to figure it out,” he told Hancock. “Figuring
out the components and how to distribute the heat… I could totally do it, I
think. We should keep an eye out for home and living books or something that I
can study. Maybe an instruction manual too – that’d be great.”

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Carlos snorted softly. “Of course you would,” he teased, nudging Hancock’s cheek with his chin. Honestly, that sounded dangerous to Carlos. It’d be tough to find a hold on something, and then with wet hands trying to work a bottle of oil (because God knows water wouldn’t be enough)… just seemed like a bit of a hassle. “Honestly, I’ve never heard of that. It seems… weird.”

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“Hm…. Sounds pretty good. Bigger tub…” Better than two grown
men sitting in one tub together, no matter how much they like being this close.
“If there’s electrical components… maybe it’s how it keeps the water hot? That’ll
be nice too.” He nodded slightly against Hancock’s shoulder. “Next research
project…” he promised sleepily.

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“Observed statistics say I shouldn’t be this lucky either,” Carlos murmured, holding him. “Thanks for saving my butt from my own stupidity… I am so unbelievably grateful to be here with you.” Thinking about what could have happened weighed really heavy on Carlos’ heart. Somehow, he got a chance to pull himself up when others don’t. It wasn’t fair, but Carlos was very grateful. Just… so grateful.

“Sounds smarter when you say it.” He snorted. After a few moments, Hancock pulled away, taking Carlos’ face in his hands and pressing a deep kiss to his lips before climbing off of him fully and standing up to smooth the wrinkles out of his jacket. “Alright then, you uh, you said there was somethin’ else, right? Shall we?”

Carlos sat there silently for a moment. He blinked up at Hancock, a little dazed from the kiss, but then he blinked himself to awareness. “Oh, uh – yeah, hang on,” he said.

Carlos wanted to finish up his bowl before the broth got cold again so he picked up the bowl and quickly started to drink it down, getting some soaked into his mustache. Carlos set the empty bowl down with a satisfied sigh and stood up.

“It’s down in the workshop,” he said, wiping his mouth on his sleeve – the shirt needed to be washed soon anyway.