#;hancock

[bi0w0lf]

Hellllooooo Mayor~             tom is so smol. Yes Man is a great chaperone, of course. 

[phencyclidinc]

@heroicissm:

         “So I’m suppose to watch you break yourself?” Watching the woman work her ass off was boring, the only part of this that was interesting was the rock solid body she had. Obviously she’d earned that from her intense workout. “Y’know, unless that punching bag is going to strike back what you’re doing right now is pretty pointless. At least for someone like you.”

     “I wouldn’t break even if I wanted to.” She pointed out easily, about to shift into a stance when the thought hit her. “Why is it that you’re watching me again? And if you’re so bothered by the pointlessness of it all, why don’t you join me?” With a nod of her head towards the empty ring, Angel allow the ghost of a smirk to tip her lips. She knew what the man was capable of and he would make a fine sparring partner.

[buzzuart]

“Why don’t you take that thing off so I can see your pretty smile.”

Gutierrez put his hands up to his cheeks, lightly gripping the sides of the bandana. Hancock could see him hesitating.

“What’re you waiting for? Your teeth can’t be as bad as mine.” The ghoul chuckled, but knew that the man was still uncomfortable. His smirking turned to a look of genuine concern.

“It can’t be that bad.”

“Yeah. It can.”

Gutierrez tightened his grip and closed his eyes. He pulled the bandana down and let it hang around his neck. He kept his eyes closed.

“Man, that’s it? That’s what you were hiding?”

He opened his eyes slightly, assessing Hancock’s reaction. He’d never uncovered his face in front of anyone other than Nora before. Before the war, he’d covered the scars with foundation. When he was thawed, the bandana did the trick.

“I don’t know how long you’ve been walking around blind, but I’m no Daisy Duke either, my friend. Though I think you’ve got one up on me.”

Instead of backing away as expected, Hancock moved towards him. He put his hand up to Gutierrez’s face and lightly touched one of the scars. He ran his finger along the puckered skin, causing Gutierrez to instinctively wince.

They didn’t hurt physically anymore, of course. But the reminder of how people always reacted to seeing them made his chest tighten.

He started to turn away, but Hancock’s other hand came up to hold his head in place.

“Hey, you’re with a ghoul now, remember? We don’t give a shit and a half about looks. And even if I did, you’d still rank pretty high, brother.”

The kiss came unexpected. Gutierrez hadn’t even remembered how it happened, just that it did.

And all those thoughts of Sanctuary Hills came flooding back. The smell of the posies that Codsworth had taken such pride in caring for. The color of the sky when he, Nora, and Shaun would go to a picnic in the nearby park. The shine of the fresh paint on their ’75 Corvega.

He was home again.