Stop…lying to me…I thought you were my friends…friends don’t lie…
//stranger things reference because im absolute traaaaaaaash//
Carlos: *frowns. He’s touched that Max thinks of them as his
friends…. But is sad that he was trying to dismiss it* We are your friends, Max. We want to help you. And I told you…
scientists don’t lie.
David: Neither do Camp Counselors! Except when pretending to
send a kid to the moon! I would never
lie to you, Max!
I…it really was my fault okay? I don’t…want to lose anyone else…I feel clingy and annoying…I feel like…they all hate me…*he reaches for David again*
*David just rubs his shoulder comfortingly* Nobody hates
you. Or… nobody that matters hates you. What… what do you think was your fault?
*Carlos remembered that David didn’t know the whole story
yet.*
I…I killed my dad…it was…all my fault…I should have been…less stupid…
*David is confused.* W… what? Why would you say that, Max?
Carlos: Max, why don’t you start from the beginning.
I…was walking with my dad…and holding a stuffed toy…and I dropped it and it rolled into the road…and I ran out to get it and…a car was coming and my dad jumped infront of it and…he died…my mom said I should have died instead…
David: Oh… Oh my god, Max… I am so sorry that happened.
*hugs the boy closer.* I’m so sorry… that’s terrible, Max! You should’nt have
seen that – and your mother absolutely should not have said something like that
to you! *he pauses, and sighs.* Max… that is awful. I’m so sorry…
She didn’t just…say…horrible things…*he lifts his shirt a bit to reveal a huge bruise spreading from his upper thigh to his hip up to his bellybutton* I’m fine though. Its not the first time and it certainly won’t be the last.
She
didn’t just…say…horrible things…*he lifts his shirt a bit to reveal a
huge bruise spreading from his upper thigh to his hip up to his
bellybutton* I’m fine though. Its not the first time and it certainly
won’t be the last.
*David is dumbstruck and for a moment can’t find words to
say*
Carlos: It is absolutely
the last time! Neither she nor your stepfather will lay a hand on you again,
Max.
*David blinks, but then his face gets determined and he
nods* Right!
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. ‘
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.”
he wags his finger incredulously , reminiscing on a past chalk-full of injuries soothed by a guitar and a campfire.
‘ especially with a good song ! ‘
“No, David, you don’t understand – playing a guitar to a
cancer patient literally won’t heal them,” Carlos tried to explain. “Songs are
nice, but all they’ll do is just put someone in a good mood. Maybe help take the pain away, or make it more bearable I guess. But of course, that’s not to say you shouldn’t play songs for people who are hurt – go for it and help improve their mood.”
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?”
‘ AS A MATTER OF fact , i do think music can cure all ailments. ‘
“That is… son, that’s scientifically impossible. Music certainly helps put a person in a good mood, and a good mood can help make the recovery process smoother. But music alone isn’t a good medicine.”
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.”
Stop…lying to me…I thought you were my friends…friends don’t lie…
//stranger things reference because im absolute traaaaaaaash//
Carlos: *frowns. He’s touched that Max thinks of them as his
friends…. But is sad that he was trying to dismiss it* We are your friends, Max. We want to help you. And I told you…
scientists don’t lie.
David: Neither do Camp Counselors! Except when pretending to
send a kid to the moon! I would never
lie to you, Max!
I…it really was my fault okay? I don’t…want to lose anyone else…I feel clingy and annoying…I feel like…they all hate me…*he reaches for David again*
*David just rubs his shoulder comfortingly* Nobody hates
you. Or… nobody that matters hates you. What… what do you think was your fault?
*Carlos remembered that David didn’t know the whole story
yet.*
I…I killed my dad…it was…all my fault…I should have been…less stupid…
*David is confused.* W… what? Why would you say that, Max?
Carlos: Max, why don’t you start from the beginning.
I…was walking with my dad…and holding a stuffed toy…and I dropped it and it rolled into the road…and I ran out to get it and…a car was coming and my dad jumped infront of it and…he died…my mom said I should have died instead…
David: Oh… Oh my god, Max… I am so sorry that happened.
*hugs the boy closer.* I’m so sorry… that’s terrible, Max! You should’nt have
seen that – and your mother absolutely should not have said something like that
to you! *he pauses, and sighs.* Max… that is awful. I’m so sorry…
Carlos laughed at that. “Yeah… I mean, budgeting can be fun.
It’s like math… just with higher stakes.”
“Heh, I dunno, you ask me, math ain’t all that excitin’.” Letting out a light chuckle, Hancock finished off his cereal and set the empty bowl down. “Maybe if Irma and Amari ain’t interested, I’ll just hire you to do that shit since you like it so much.”
Carlos just smiled and shrugged slightly. “I guess not
everyone enjoys solving number puzzles, huh?”
Carlos nodded and shrugged slightly. “Yeah… we can’t even
take our wands home during the summer in America. It’s against Ilvermorny
policy.”
“They take ‘em away? Shit man…. America’s strict, huh? We just had to not do shit in front’a muggles. Y’know we don’t need wands to do magic though, right? I mean, I feel like that’d just encourage kids to learn wandless magic early–– or make ya all real rusty by the time ya got back to school at the end of summer.”
Carlos shrugged again. “Yeah… that’s just how it was though.
I was at least tempted to learn Repairo
wandlessly – it would have made things a little easier.”
