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Carlos was just about ready to drink down his broth, but he
wanted to wait a second to say something to Hancock – something that he hoped the
ghoul would take to heart. “Well, something good had to happen,” Carlos
told him. “I mean… you’re here after all.” He gave Hancock a smile. He was a
bit embarrassed by the sappiness, but he made himself watch Hancock to see how
he took it.

A soft snort escaped, he should have figured Carlos would say something cheesy like that, but it did bring a smile to his face. He stared down at his hands, a slightly sad look coming to his eyes. “I guess you’re right, heh. Think that might be a matter of opinion though. But…. thank you, sunshine, you’re too sweet.”

Carlos huffed slightly. “I think my opinion matters quite a bit,” he responded. “I’m a
scientist, Hancock – we’re known for being pretty smart.” He set down his bowl
of broth and wrapped his arms around Hancock, hugging him tightly. “You’re a
good thing, Hancock, I promise,” he said, his tone a little more serious. “If
you weren’t here, I probably wouldn’t be here either. Nor would a lot of people be.”

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“Before coming out here, I hadn’t had a bath since I was
really young. The Vault is mostly made up of single-person showers, and pretty
early we’d learn to use them.” He took another deep breath and shifted a bit,
listening to the water blurb against the edges of the tub from his movement. “We
just started the bath and it’s already the most comfortable one you’ve had,
huh?” he asked Hancock, smirking very slightly.

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Carlos listened to the other’s reasons, nodding as he could
understand. Don’t make it a big deal then… he could do that. Too bad he missed
it the first time around, but… it explained Hancock practically disappearing on
him last month, now that he realized it. “Your secret’s safe with me, Han. I
promise.”

He then looked at Hancock and smiled at him. “And… as for
the meteor shower, that was just the first time it was recorded since the United
States became a thing,” he corrected. “That was maybe five hundred years ago.
Of course it’s always been happening, just… that was when the United States
first observed it and wrote it down.”

“Thanks, sunshine, I appreciate it.” He offered a weak little smile and leaned in to peck him on the cheek lightly. Hancock took a few more bites of his noodles as Carlos spoke, setting the bowl down once it seemed to be just broth left. “Ah, of course, heh. That makes more sense. Still a pretty cool little fact. Who knew anythin’ good happened on my birthday, huh?”

Carlos was just about ready to drink down his broth, but he
wanted to wait a second to say something to Hancock – something that he hoped the
ghoul would take to heart. “Well, something good had to happen,” Carlos
told him. “I mean… you’re here after all.” He gave Hancock a smile. He was a
bit embarrassed by the sappiness, but he made himself watch Hancock to see how
he took it.

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Carlos smiled at him –a little nervous, yeah, but he was
actually starting to relax a little. With Hancock in front of him the anxiety
high with the thought of ‘I messed this up, I messed this up!’ was starting to
go away so he felt like he could calm down some more. He pulled his arms around
Hancock’s shoulders and chest and pulled him back, holding him close. Just like
in bed… just without clothes.

“Not too much,” he told Hancock. “I promise.” He rested his
chin on Hancock’s shoulder and let out a sigh, trying to lessen the tension in
his body.

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“November 12th?” Carlos asked, using his own voice to help commit it to memory. “Alright… got you. And no… of course I won’t tell anyone. Not… especially not if you don’t want me to.” He stirred up the broth with his chopsticks, looking for more noodles. He huffed softly in amusement when he remembered something. “In… back in 1799, um… the first recorded meteor shower was observed in the United States on November 12th. Andrew Ellicott was the guy’s name and… he was sitting on a ship down in what was Florida at the time. I dunno what they call it now… probably ‘underwater’. Heh…”

“It’s–– I just…. I dunno, I get pretty low on that day every year, don’t really need folks makin’ the connection and committing the date to memory so they can fuck around when they know I won’t be payin’ attention.” He admitted softly, picking at his own noodles as he listened to Carlos’ little fun fact. “That’s…. actually pretty cool. I wonder why it took so long for folks to record it, I assume meteor showers have been happenin’ since the dawn of time, yeah?”

Carlos listened to the other’s reasons, nodding as he could
understand. Don’t make it a big deal then… he could do that. Too bad he missed
it the first time around, but… it explained Hancock practically disappearing on
him last month, now that he realized it. “Your secret’s safe with me, Han. I
promise.”

He then looked at Hancock and smiled at him. “And… as for
the meteor shower, that was just the first time it was recorded since the United
States became a thing,” he corrected. “That was maybe five hundred years ago.
Of course it’s always been happening, just… that was when the United States
first observed it and wrote it down.”

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“Wow,” Carlos said, actually kind of impressed. “I… forgive me, but I didn’t… think people could actually have such thing as a ‘good income’ out here. I’m sorry – it’s most likely my vault mentality still sticking, I just… I got the impression a lot of people had to struggle first before… doing any kind of settling down out here.” Maybe that was a sign that the wasteland was on the mend, as far as society went. Though… could it really be considered ‘on the mend’ when most of the people who experienced the downfall were dead now?

“It’s all relative.” He shrugged, as if that were any kind of real explanation. “Diamond City has been around a long time, folks there are about as comfortable as you can be out here and a ‘good income’ really just means they don’t have to be runnin’ out into the wasteland every day scroungin’ for whatever caps or scraps they can find. Mostly people there just sell shit and then pay scavvers to bring them more shit to sell so they don’t gotta risk themselves. Of course, I s’pose I probably fit into that category too now. Got so much here, I don’t know what to do with it, been makin’ shit up for folks who wanna work just to give ‘em somethin’ to do for caps so they don’t feel like they’re just leeching off’a me all the time.”

Carlos paused for a second, a little startled. “Uh… you didn’t put dust in your terminal on purpose so I could fix it for you, did you?” he asked, putting on a teasing smirk as he glanced at Hancock.

He was making a joke, but at the same time a really small part of him wondered if that’s why it took Hancock so long to get someone to look at the thing – because nobody with experience with terminals were in the ‘leeching’ part of the relationship. Not until Carlos showed up, that was.

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Carlos just smiled and shook his head. “Nah, that wasn’t on purpose,” he said. “But I do give him jinxed pens on occasion when we’re around each other. And sometimes I’ll put a timed transfiguration spell on, like, a banana peel or something so he thinks its a video game controller before it changes back in his hands. Though… that’s getting harder now. Almost all of his game controllers are custom-made.”

“Heh, you’re a better brother than I am.” He laughed. Thinking back on it, between himself and his brother, Hancock was the better one, but that still didn’t change the fact Carlos had him beaten. “Does your country have any rules against using magic in front of muggles? How’s that work when you’re muggle-born? I can’t imagine how folks here would react to a kid pulling magical practical jokes on his muggle brother, they ain’t too forgiving about rule-breaking.”

“It’s… it depends. When I was a kid they took our wands away for the summer while we were enrolled at Ilvermorny,” Carlos explained. “But of course there are always kids who use magic by accident or study wandless magic out of spite. I… was closer to the former, really. In my experience though, it’s almost always been in front of my family. Though I think I told you about when I accidentally enlarged my friend’s rock collection…. he was a no-maj and some aurors came to, um… clean that up. But I didn’t get in trouble – I was only twelve or so.”

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Carlos smiled at him, trying to shake off the pesky intrusive thoughts about ~~the raging bitch~~ his mother. “I’ll mark it on your calendar for you,” he told Hancock. “Though really… I’m absolutely happy with everything you’ve given me. I really am.” He started to tuck into the last few mouthfuls of his noodles, slurping them up quicker as they’d gotten colder and trying to savor the sodium chloride and other flavors.

“I’d appreciate that, sunshine.” He paused, taking another bite of his noodles and taking a few moments to chew and swallow before continuing. “And uh…. my birthday’s November twelfth. You’re the only one around here who knows that besides Fahrenheit, I’d appreciate it if ya don’t spread that information around.”

“November 12th?” Carlos asked, using his own voice to help commit it to memory. “Alright… got you. And no… of course I won’t tell anyone. Not… especially not if you don’t want me to.” He stirred up the broth with his chopsticks, looking for more noodles. He huffed softly in amusement when he remembered something. “In… back in 1799, um… the first recorded meteor shower was observed in the United States on November 12th. Andrew Ellicott was the guy’s name and… he was sitting on a ship down in what was Florida at the time. I dunno what they call it now… probably ‘underwater’. Heh…”

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Carlos looked at it and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s hope it’s still
kinda warm. Heh.” He finished kicking off the rest of his vault suit and Carlos
quickly picked it up from the floor and put it on the back of a chair. He made
a mental note to wash it that night so he could dry it. As for his underwear…
Carlos hesitated for a moment, but he took a quick breath and dropped them
before kicking them toward the chair to be washed later too.

He turned to glance at Hancock and give him a slightly
nervous smile before heading for the tub, not giving the other much time to look
him over before he actually got in the tub. The water was still kinda warm,
which was good, and Carlos didn’t waste time crouching down and sitting pressed
against one end of the tub.

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“It can be bad,” Carlos said. “But it depends on the place it’s kept in, I guess. If there isn’t a lot of ventilation, then there’s less chance of weathering and less chance for things to dehydrate. That phone I tore apart had some great wires where the rubber hadn’t cracked or become brittle, which was a great find.” He glanced at Hancock. “Were your folks well off? I think it would cost quite a bit of caps…”

“Huh, never knew that, but I guess it makes sense.” He shrugged. “As far as wastelanders go, we were pretty comfortable, didn’t live in the upper stands, but that’s more ‘cause there was more room to build down on the field, we had all the caps we needed when we needed ‘em, weren’t struggling or anything. I mean, shit, livin’ in Diamond City ain’t exactly cheap anyway, y’know? Gotta have a pretty good income in order to afford to stay there.”

“Wow,” Carlos said, actually kind of impressed. “I… forgive me, but I didn’t… think people could actually have such thing as a ‘good income’ out here. I’m sorry – it’s most likely my vault mentality still sticking, I just… I got the impression a lot of people had to struggle first before… doing any kind of settling down out here.” Maybe that was a sign that the wasteland was on the mend, as far as society went. Though… could it really be considered ‘on the mend’ when most of the people who experienced the downfall were dead now?