@thelastmaxson || Continued from here
The comments he could take, the looks he could take, but after everything he and Maxson had spoken about only days ago, the younger man preaching the same tired bullshit with him in the room...... it was painful, to say the least. Hancock thought they’d made some progress, that at the very least he wouldn’t preach genocide in front of the ghoul, knowing how he’d feel about it, but apparently he was just fooling himself there.
Getting shoved out of the chair....... that was the last straw. The ghoul hit the floor with a thud, expression going dark as the idiots around him began laughing and he snarled, one hand going to the blade in his belt before Maxson surprised him by stepping in. He watched, that anger still boiling under the surface, even as the elder helped him up and kissed him in the middle of the mess hall. Exposing himself like that, it was something, but far from enough to make up for everything he’d done earlier and that showed on his face.
“I’m fine.” He replied sharply as he pulled away from his touch and stepped back, the anger clear in those dark eyes. “You need to control your dogs, Elder.”
