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Carlos felt a little dazed from the kiss, but quickly the daze wore off and he stared at Hancock, wide-eyed. For a split second he thought he’d misheard the other man, but quickly he reasoned that there was no way he could have; simply nothing else would have fit.

“Han, I… really?” he asked softly.

The ‘L’ word had occurred to Carlos before, sure, but he didn’t know if what they had was… that. He also wasn’t sure if Hancock was someone who would have even appreciated the use of the word. He just… he never thought he’d hear it.

The silence caused the ghoul to panic slightly, heart racing and dark eyes darting away as he began to rethink the decision to admit his feelings to the other man. He swallowed thickly and took a shaky breath in, nodding his head slowly, committing to this decision. It was already out there, there was no sense in trying to take it back now, it would only hurt Carlos in the long run and that wasn’t something Hancock ever wanted to do.

“Really.” He breathed, glancing back up at him, though he was struggling a bit to keep eye contact. “Do you–– you….. don’t need to….. say anything. You……. you don’t need to feel obligated to say it back.”

Carlos noticed that Hancock was getting anxious, but for once he didn’t feel bad about it. That was because there was nothing for Hancock to worry about at all.

“I wanna kiss you,” Carlos blurted out. “Hard. But… my hands and face are dirty. And I don’t wanna stain your coat.” A he started to flush in his face, but he kept his eyes on Hancock.

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“Just….. one of those nights I guess….” He mumbled, curling up a little tighter and hugging himself. “Y’know how it is with…. bad memories. Just get to ya sometimes for no reason….”

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?”

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But it’s not your
fault, Carlos wanted to tell the other man. He wanted so desperately for
Hancock to understand that Carlos didn’t think he was in the wrong at all about
this, but… he couldn’t speak right away. He just squeezed Hancock’s shoulder
again as he continued with washing the other man, trying to convey his
affection through the motions as much as he could.

When Hancock looked at him, Carlos forced himself to meet
his darkened eyes. He thought for a second about Hancock’s request (it wasn’t
really an offer – Carlos knew it wasn’t).
He finally nodded and tried to smile back. But smiling didn’t feel right at all,
so he abandoned the effort.

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“Huh?” Carlos asked. “Oh, um… well, I like it very much.
Yeah, it’s nice… nice to work in a more enclosed space with a lock on the door.
And it’s nice to have places to do what I do best, you know? Just… working on
machines makes me feel really good and… y’know, useful.”

Carlos finally picked up the little bundle he’d wrapped with
a bit of old newspaper that was tied with a bit of copper wire (which he’d
recycle after this). The newspaper was an old Nuka Cola ad so the paper was a
little bit colorful. Carlos turned to Hancock, smiling and holding out the
package.

“Here it is. Merry Christmas, Hancock.”

“You’re always useful, whether or not you’re working on machines. You could just be sittin’ around on my couch and you’d still have worth, you’d still have a purpose.” Hancock leaned in then, pressing a soft kiss to Carlos’ cheek as he took the little package from him.

Carefully, the ghoul unwrapped it, untwisting the wire first then peeling the newspaper away, a grin on his face when he saw the game inside. “Heh, where did you find this? Thank you, sunshine, I love it.”

Carlos blushed a bit and he tried not to let his smile grow too big. He turned his attention to Hancock’s hands instead, watching the wrinkled digits take apart the wrapping that Carlos had carefully put together. Then he smiled wider.

“That label is actually a newspaper ad for Red Menace that I found and I decided to use it,” Carlos explained. “I used some rubber cement to adhere it to the holotape. The tape itself actually has more than just one game on it – there’s six of them.”

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“Han-ney Bunches of Oats!” Carlos called, almost unreasonably chipper. “Guess what Daisy got in today!” He showed a brightly-glowing blue bottle of Nuka Quantum. “Even better – we can have Buddy over at the Rexford chill it for us!”

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Carlos chuckled. “If we ever get the opportunity, I promise I’ll show you how to eat it. Like I said, there’s a trick to it. You have to grab them behind their head and keep that grip.“

“Well, I’ve got your phone number, if I ever make it over to the states, I’ll have to give ya a ring so we can get together and you can show me all the great American magic shit ya got over there.”

Carlos smiled. “Absolutely,” he said. “You are welcome to ‘ring’ me whenever, Hancock. On the phone, that is.. heheh.” Okay, that was a terrible joke. Hancock probably didn’t even get it.

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Carlos chuckled, keeping his eyes on his project. “I dunno
if I’d take you up on that,” he said. “Just… I dunno. Maybe later. I’m really
not too curious about it.” Except he kinda was, but he wasn’t going to admit
that to another person. Nor did he really wanna be caught, dead or alive, with
Mayor Hancock’s erotica in his possession. That’d… that’d just be embarrassing.

Suddenly though, something came to him. “A simile! That’s what it is! When
comparing something with something like it in writing, it’s called a simile!
Damn, I feel dumb not remembering that; I apologize.”

“Really? Ya don’t ever wonder what it’s like when a good author attempts to write a smutty scene? I’m sure it ain’t as entertaining as when it’s done real shitty, but it’s a lot sexier, anyway.” Honestly, most wastelanders wouldn’t think twice about finding someone with dirty literature, shame wasn’t such an issue when people were just doing what they could to stay alive every day. Or maybe it was just Hancock that had no shame about such things, he couldn’t be sure.

Carlos’ sudden outburst nearly made him jump, a surprised look coming across the ghoul’s face as he looked up at him and blinked. “I uh…. you’re forgiven? I wasn’t really judgin’ ya for not remembering, I sure as hell didn’t remember it, anyway.”

Carlos just smiled at him. “Maybe another time,” he repeated. He then looked sheepish as he continued working. “Sorry, I just… It was gonna bug me for a while, not remembering the word. I’m just glad I remembered it now, and not in the middle of the night when I’m trying to sleep or something.”

Carlos removed another component from the terminal – the holotape drive. He looked it over, considering. “How often do you use holotapes?” he asked.

“That doesn’t look like a scratch.”

“I-I…” Well, that hadn’t exactly been what Carlos meant to say when Hancock asked what happened to his face. Someone, a large ghoul who claimed to be Hancock’s ‘favorite’, had jumped him on his way back from the warehouse. It took Neighborhood Watch to scare them off, and by then Carlos had already been shoved into a stack of crates and, apparently, onto some broken glass that was making him drip all over his favorite flannel.

“It’s… What I meant was that… it’s not a big deal,” Carlos murmured, trying not to be obviously avoiding Hancock’s gaze. “But, uh… I-I should get this cleaned up so… er, y’know… in case of infection.”