Carlos got up after him and followed, reaching ahead to take his hand.
“’And here, we see the Big Goof herding her young Goof to the nest’,” Carlos narrated, grinning cheekily. “’There they will get some much needed rest and bask in each other’s company. Tomorrow is a new day.’”
Hancock let out another snort and rolled his eyes as he tugged Carlos forward to make his way across the hall to the bedroom. “Now which one of us exactly is the young goof? Last I checked, this was my ‘nest’ but you’re older, ain’t ya?”
“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.
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