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Food for the Soul (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

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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.

“It’s alright, heh, I understand.” He chuckled, dropping the subject of smutty literature as it seemed the other wasn’t interested in the topic at this point anyway. He turned his attention back to the terminal, watching as Carlos worked and letting out a soft hum at his question. “I don’t use ‘em too often but occasionally, why? Is that thing broken or somethin’?”

Carlos shook his head. “Not yet, but almost,” he said. He showed Hancock the drive. “Some of the soldering in the connections are eroded,” Carlos explained, pointing to a couple spots on the attached board. “If you hear a zapping or a sort of almost grinding, clicking noise when trying to run a holotape, then that means that the electricity is actually jumping to connect.”

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A lot has changed in the way of how people viewed werewolves. When Carlos was young, there was still a massive stigma against them. Things had gotten better, but Carlos still hesitated to tell anyone about his… affliction.

But Carlos couldn’t keep hiding in his room at night forever without a word about it to his friend. Especially when Carlos absolutely botched his third attempt at brewing the Wolfsbane potion… he only had a couple days left before he had to start taking it if he wanted to keep his mind intact.

This was going to be a very awkward conversation to have and Carlos hated bringing it up. But he had no place safe to go to for the time being, and he needed the help.

“Uh, Hancock… do you mind if I talk to you about something?”

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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.

A Holiday Surprise (closed w/ selfmedicatingmayor)

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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.