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*KILL BILL SIRENS*

golddustonmybootheels replied to your post: “Someone need a fix?”

LEANS IN

I cant believe he had a man bun

@queen-of-the-needle since you brought up a similar thing in my post

and yeah thank god! I mean was it actually a thing in the files or was it totally a fluke? cause I wouldn’t want to do that. They work best as a friends. But with how much I HC Hancock getting around, I could see him having a kid around the Commonwealth from before he was a ghoul. That’s just my own hcs tho.

But it was a lie. She got answers at least. Ellie found out just how strung out Mal was and how so few friends she actually had. She spent the day crying and not saying a word. It was worse than being stabbed in the back because she could see it coming and let it happen anyway.

“Why does it matter? Aren’t you busy?” Ellie snapped.

She knew if Hancock found out about Mal, he’d do what everyone else did and just tell her how to feel. He was the only person she wanted to not talk to about that.

              “AIN’T  busy enough for this.”  He said,  and he did mean it  --  he hoped it would,  at the very least,  satiate some of her hostility.  (  even if he was used to it at this point.  )  Hancock took a step into the room, his guilt trailing behind him in the way his shoulders sank. He felt bad.  Genuinely  bad;  even if he hadn’t even known it was her birthday.

Much less what he would have gotten her. Hancock supposed that the best present for Ellie would have been his lack  of  presence. Such was how she seemed to work  --  such was how she might have wanted it.

“Listen  --  there anythin’ I can get ya? Think of it as a,   uh,   belated birthday present. ‘Least I can do after bailin’ out on ya like that.”