“Oh, I know,” Carlos said. “I know, you don’t do that to
people. And yeah, I… I certainly know how they would feel.” At the end of the
day, Carlos supposed he was just glad that there was something he could do for
Hancock and he didn’t have to feel guilty for accepting the guy’s help. Too
much. He still couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to figure out how he
could actually give back to Hancock.“Hey…..” He started, reaching out to place a hand on Carlos’ shoulder, a soft smile on his face. “You know you don’t have to feel that way, right? I’m happy to have you around, no matter what you’re doin’ and there’s no shame in needing a little help, this world is fuckin’ cruel as hell and we’re all better off if we work together to survive. Even I couldn’t have made it this far on my own, I’d be dead a hundred times over if it weren’t for the people around me, ya feel me?”
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.”