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Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.

Don’t tell the police!

David: *looks conflicted* B-but Max…

Carlos: Max, we have
to! You literally have hand-shaped bruises from before camp, and you tried to
hurt yourself. What’s happening at your home needs to stop. Now.

This…isn’t the first time…I’ve tried to hurt myself…*he reveals some scars going up his arm* I’m sorry…

David: No… no, no, Max, don’t be sorry. You’re not feeling
well – I… I know that. It’s okay. We’ll work on that – try to help you not feel
the urge to do that.

Carlos: Next time, get some ice. It… it won’t leave anything
lasting. *wonders about having told a kid that, but it’s safer than
blades he figured.*

Don’t tell anyone…please…

David: It’ll be okay, Max. They won’t hurt you anymore – and
you’ll get help so you don’t hurt yourself. I promise!

Okay…

*David smiles softly* I’ll take care of you, Max. Trust me –
I’ll take care of you.

*max starts crying again* thank you…thank you…I…I…

*David holds him. He rubs Max’ back soothingly.* There,
there, Max. I’m here…

Can I stay with you…forever…?

David: I… I don’t know, Max. I hadn’t exactly… planned on
getting a kid. I – I guess I can see what I can do. I do think you’re amazing,
Max, I really do.

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    ‘ ah—– ‘

    he falters momentarily , reluctant to espouse the truth over his own ideal ( and comforting ) illusions. green eyes blink and refocus.

    ‘ happiness is nature’s most effective medicine , carlos !! i’m beginning to think YOU could do with a song today. ‘


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Carlos chuckled. “Thanks, David. But I’ve got some work to do – I’ll sit in on fireside
some other time.” He thought a moment. “Hey… you know El Dorado by George Alexander? It’s a great song – written after
Edgar Allen Poe’s poem of the same name. Always gets me in a good mood when I
hear it.”

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.

Don’t tell the police!

David: *looks conflicted* B-but Max…

Carlos: Max, we have
to! You literally have hand-shaped bruises from before camp, and you tried to
hurt yourself. What’s happening at your home needs to stop. Now.

This…isn’t the first time…I’ve tried to hurt myself…*he reveals some scars going up his arm* I’m sorry…

David: No… no, no, Max, don’t be sorry. You’re not feeling
well – I… I know that. It’s okay. We’ll work on that – try to help you not feel
the urge to do that.

Carlos: Next time, get some ice. It… it won’t leave anything
lasting. *wonders about having told a kid that, but it’s safer than
blades he figured.*

Don’t tell anyone…please…

David: It’ll be okay, Max. They won’t hurt you anymore – and
you’ll get help so you don’t hurt yourself. I promise!

Okay…

*David smiles softly* I’ll take care of you, Max. Trust me –
I’ll take care of you.

*max starts crying again* thank you…thank you…I…I…

*David holds him. He rubs Max’ back soothingly.* There,
there, Max. I’m here…

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.

Don’t tell the police!

David: *looks conflicted* B-but Max…

Carlos: Max, we have
to! You literally have hand-shaped bruises from before camp, and you tried to
hurt yourself. What’s happening at your home needs to stop. Now.

This…isn’t the first time…I’ve tried to hurt myself…*he reveals some scars going up his arm* I’m sorry…

David: No… no, no, Max, don’t be sorry. You’re not feeling
well – I… I know that. It’s okay. We’ll work on that – try to help you not feel
the urge to do that.

Carlos: Next time, get some ice. It… it won’t leave anything
lasting. *wonders about having told a kid that, but it’s safer than
blades he figured.*

Don’t tell anyone…please…

David: It’ll be okay, Max. They won’t hurt you anymore – and
you’ll get help so you don’t hurt yourself. I promise!

Okay…

*David smiles softly* I’ll take care of you, Max. Trust me –
I’ll take care of you.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.

Don’t tell the police!

David: *looks conflicted* B-but Max…

Carlos: Max, we have
to! You literally have hand-shaped bruises from before camp, and you tried to
hurt yourself. What’s happening at your home needs to stop. Now.

This…isn’t the first time…I’ve tried to hurt myself…*he reveals some scars going up his arm* I’m sorry…

David: No… no, no, Max, don’t be sorry. You’re not feeling
well – I… I know that. It’s okay. We’ll work on that – try to help you not feel
the urge to do that.

Carlos: Next time, get some ice. It… it won’t leave anything
lasting. *wonders about having told a kid that, but it’s safer than
blades he figured.*

Don’t tell anyone…please…

David: It’ll be okay, Max. They won’t hurt you anymore – and
you’ll get help so you don’t hurt yourself. I promise!

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.

Don’t tell the police!

David: *looks conflicted* B-but Max…

Carlos: Max, we have
to! You literally have hand-shaped bruises from before camp, and you tried to
hurt yourself. What’s happening at your home needs to stop. Now.

This…isn’t the first time…I’ve tried to hurt myself…*he reveals some scars going up his arm* I’m sorry…

David: No… no, no, Max, don’t be sorry. You’re not feeling
well – I… I know that. It’s okay. We’ll work on that – try to help you not feel
the urge to do that.

Carlos: Next time, get some ice. It… it won’t leave anything
lasting. *wonders about having told a kid that, but it’s safer than
blades he figured.*

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Smiles and gives a chuckle. “You’re… so damn cute…”

Carlos stared at Yondu, surprised. He looked
down at his food, feeling a little embarrassed. He could feel his ears warm up.
“I… Um, thank you,” he said softly.

“Your welcome.” Smiles at him happily.

Carlos laughed softly, nervous. “Um… you ever
dated anyone before?”

He cringed a bit. Shit – no, you shouldn’t talk about past
relationships with someone you’re dating. At least not right away. Dammit, Carlos!

“No….. actually this is the first time. I have.. slept with… well ….. robots… sex bots….. but I mean….. nothing emotionally tied….”

Carlos blinked at him, perturbed by that. But
he nodded slightly; because of course it made sense. Some folks just needed
that sort of interaction… and better hooker-bots than someone else actually
getting exploited from it.

“I… I see. Yeah, it’s… been a while since I’ve
done anything like this too. I mean… I think I was P… Quill’s age. Nothing
lasting happened, it’s just… the last time I gave it a shot.” He looked at
Yondu. “Um, is there… a reason for that? Culture, or… what? I’m sorry if that’s
a dumb question – I’ve only been on a Xandarian colony so I only know about
Xandarians and those who visit on occasion.”

“What? Me not being with a actual person?….. yes and no…. yesas when we mate it’s for life…. and no it’s because I couldn’t trust anyone like that… not after…. uhhh…… being freed from slavery…”

Carlos nodded, accepting. He supposed he could
understand that. “So… you’re trying with me because… you trust me? Or, you think you can trust me. I mean,
maybe not now, but sometime.”

“In a way…. I guess.. I do trust you I just……I haven’t trusted like I do with you in a long time… other then my boys.”

“Oh, yeah?” Carlos asked. “I… well, I suppose
I should be flattered. Thank you.” He smiled slightly at Yondu. It was a little
strange that Yondu had taken a liking to him. He was a practical nobody, after
all. But… this could prove at the least to be interesting. Hopefully fun.

“Thank you for accepting….. I know I’m….. not really your type……. you know……. but thank you for letting me try to court you.”

Carlos just shrugged slightly, still smiling. “To
be honest, I don’t know if I even have a type. And I wouldn’t be ‘letting’ you
do this if I wasn’t at least a little interested in… whatever this might be. We’ll
just see how it goes, huh?”

“That’s all we can do. Who knows what we may become right? We may even find out we’re not comparable with each other.”

Carlos shrugged again. “That’s what the ‘dating’ part’s for,”
he said. “To… get to know each other.” He scooped up another forkful of beans. “So…
what’s after this? Is this just a lunch date? Or did you have more planned? It’s
okay if you don’t – we still have some work to do with the joint quarters. I’m
just… I’m just wondering.”

“I …. don’t really have any other ideas…..to be honest..so.. back to working on the joint rooms…. “

Carlos nodded, understanding. “Alright,” he said and he
smiled. He put the beans in his mouth and chewed, thinking a bit. “Have the
boys eaten? Should we bring them something?”

“Yeah. We should. Gotta feed the kids hehe. Hey cook. Need two trays for the boys!” The cook nods to him making the trays of food up.

Carlos thinks. “What does Peter like? Chocolate? I just… I wonder
if something sweet would help him feel a little better too.”

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.

Don’t tell the police!

David: *looks conflicted* B-but Max…

Carlos: Max, we have
to! You literally have hand-shaped bruises from before camp, and you tried to
hurt yourself. What’s happening at your home needs to stop. Now.

Huh. You know, I had an affinity for blue hoodies when I was your age.

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Oh. Who are you and why are you talking to me?

//lol chill max//

I’m sorry for all the trouble. Really…*he covers the bruise again*

David: Oh, don’t be, Max. I just want you to be happy and
safe. You can’t be with those people, so we’re going to change it!

But…how?

Carlos: The police won’t let your parents keep you once you
tell them what happened. There will be an investigation. During that time, you
don’t have to stay with them.