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Carlos laughed suddenly as he tossed his pants over onto a dresser. “You trying to say I’m fat?” he accused teasingly.

He crawled right into the bed and pulled himself right up next to Hancock. He then slid an arm around the ghoul’s waist to hold him and started to gently rub his back, trying to help him warm up a bit now that they were under the covers.

“What? I would never.” He chuckled as he pulled Carlos down faster and immediately clung to him. Grinning, the ghoul began peppering his face with kisses and threw a leg over the other man. “Mmmm…. you’re really warm, y’know. S’nice.”

Carlos chuckled. “Glad I’m good for something,” he joked. His hand came up to touch Hancock’s cheek and guide the ghoul’s mouth to his own so they could kiss where Carlos really wanted to.

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Carlos shook his head. “None whatsoever,” he told Hancock and he pressed a kiss to the ghoul’s mouth. “I need a bit of time to freshen up, if that’s okay.” Carlos had a sweater vest and shirt that he’d gotten and was saving for an occasion like this. It didn’t seem like Hancock’s style, but it was Carlos’ and he was hoping to look nice. And that Hancock would appreciate it.

“Freshen up? Now it really does sound like a date.” Hancock winked and leaned in for one last kiss before he pulled away. “Go on then, take all the time ya need freshening up, I’ll be right here.”

Carlos tried not to grin too hard or seem to eager as he squeezed Hancock’s hand before running off to clean and dress up. Thankfully he’d had the foresight to trim his beard, but his hair did need to be brushed and his face washed.

But eventually Carlos came back, fresh as the morning wearing the shirt and vest. Even as he walked out though, he started to worry that he might be over-dressed.

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Carlos grinned at him, his attention now diverted as well. “I told you – Daisy had some come in. Said something about the trade coming out of Nuka World getting better. Anyway, I had the caps so I figured why not? I’m very glad it’s a hit with you though – I was worried because of the price.”

“Daisy’s been holdin’ out on me?” He half-joked as he took another bite then offered the cake to Carlos with a little smile, chewing and swallowing before speaking again. “Have you tried it yet? Want a bite?”

Carlos smiled and nodded, opening his mouth to take a bite from the cake in Hancock’s hands. It was incredibly crunchy and sweet, despite the years it was sealed away in this cardboard box. One had to wonder about pre-war food – what was it made of for it to be preserved for so long?

“Ish goo’!” he reported, his mouth still full as he was still chewing.

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Carlos was already pulling off his flannel, and the undershirt with it. He looked at Hancock with a blank expression as he tried to think about what Hancock said.

“Boxers okay?” he asked. Skin-on-skin contact wasn’t something Carlos would shy away from. And it was warm enough as long as they cuddled together. Though if Hancock was asking if he wanted to go nude, he honestly felt weird about it. Not in the way that Hancock might fear however, as Carlos always preferred to wear at least boxers to bed.

“Boxers are fine.” Honestly, as much as the ghoul wanted to take things further, this probably wasn’t the time, he was actually kind of tired anyway.

With a smile, he followed the other’s lead and stripped down to his underwear, hardly giving Carlos any time to look him over before he climbed into bed ahead of him and pulled back the covers on his side. “C’mon, get over here and hold me, ya big lug.”

Carlos laughed suddenly as he tossed his pants over onto a dresser. “You trying to say I’m fat?” he accused teasingly.

He crawled right into the bed and pulled himself right up next to Hancock. He then slid an arm around the ghoul’s waist to hold him and started to gently rub his back, trying to help him warm up a bit now that they were under the covers.

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Carlos grinned stupidly. “You’re ridiculously sweet,” he cooed. “That sounds great. Dare I say, romantic.” It made Carlos want to just kiss him now. A lot.

“Romantic? Well, perhaps I should take a step back, hmm?” He chuckled as he took Carlos’ hand and tugged him closer to peck him on the cheek. “I hope you don’t have a problem with a little romance, sweetheart.”

Carlos shook his head. “None whatsoever,” he told Hancock and he pressed a kiss to the ghoul’s mouth. “I need a bit of time to freshen up, if that’s okay.” Carlos had a sweater vest and shirt that he’d gotten and was saving for an occasion like this. It didn’t seem like Hancock’s style, but it was Carlos’ and he was hoping to look nice. And that Hancock would appreciate it.

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Carlos was a little slow to return the hug, but he did when he feared
that Hancock might lose his grip and fall somehow. Also, Hancock looked
so incredibly vulnerable… Carlos’ heart was hurting just from seeing
the tears. Hancock didn’t ever cry. Carlos felt like a monster for
making him cry, and he also felt like crying himself.

Carlos took in a shuddering breath – oh, he really did feel like crying! He breathed again, trying to even it out so he could speak.

“Hancock…
it’s o-okay,” Carlos told him softly. “You’ll be okay. We got some
medicine in you… I’ll get this place cleaned up, and with some rest
you’ll be just fine.”

Carlos supposed he should have been mad
about the substance binge, but he realized that really he was just
scared. He wanted Hancock to be well again. That’s all he wanted.

“‘M okay.” He whispered, nodding slightly and squeezing Carlos tighter. He wasn’t particularly concerned with his own health, he never really had been, but it mattered to him that it mattered to Carlos.

“Are you mad at me?” The ghoul asked softly with a little sniffle. “I…… I don’t want you to be mad. I didn’t mean to–– you were gone and I didn’t think you were coming back…… I was scared……”

Carlos swallowed, hard. “I’m not mad at you, Han,” he said softly. “I just want you to be okay.” He sighed, and he felt his throat tighten painfully. “I-I… I’m… sorry f-for leaving like that… I just went to t-the workshop. I thought you would need… need some space. After the way I re… reacted…”

Now probably wasn’t the time for this sort of discussion, but Carlos couldn’t help it. He just wanted to get it out there, hoping that Hancock might somehow understand. Carlos messed up so badly and Hancock was paying for it… He didn’t know what to do really.

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“I think so,” Carlos said. “I’m 35. Also, you were the ‘young goof’ because you already named me Big Goof. So there.” Carlos grinned as they went into the bedroom and he shut the door behind them. He reached to undo the clasp on his Pip-boy so he could put it down.

“Eh, we’re close, I’ll be there soon.” Hancock shrugged, the smile still on his face. He neglected to tell him just when he’d be the same age, but if Carlos really wanted to know, all he had to do was ask. As they stepped into the room, the ghoul stretched then pulled his coat off and set it aside on a chair, kicking his shoes off a moment later. “So then, handsome. Just how comfortable do ya wanna get for this nap?”

Carlos was already pulling off his flannel, and the undershirt with it. He looked at Hancock with a blank expression as he tried to think about what Hancock said.

“Boxers okay?” he asked. Skin-on-skin contact wasn’t something Carlos would shy away from. And it was warm enough as long as they cuddled together. Though if Hancock was asking if he wanted to go nude, he honestly felt weird about it. Not in the way that Hancock might fear however, as Carlos always preferred to wear at least boxers to bed.