[ A brow-ridge lifts in cautious curiosity at Nick's initial statement, but there isn't much time for pensive reflection because the synth is already struggling to stand, and he is absolutely correct; Hancock won't let him fall. ]
'course. I gotcha
[ His inclination for gentleness returns like a tide, inevitable gravity for someone who has time and time again earned the very best of him. Even though that painful query of his is still bouncing around the ghoul's brain, demanding an answer he can't give. He sets it aside, stands and offers Nick his hand and his strength to pull him to his feet. ]
Easy does it
[ His smile is a small reflexive curl at the corner of his mouth; he's capable of tenderness whilst nursing emotional wounds; every ounce of gnawing uncertainty he's feeling is entirely his own. ]
Y'alright?
[ On his feet, if not in general. His hovering is not quite as apparent as Nick's can be, but he's here, he's close, he's not leaving Nick alone in trauma that doesn't even belong to him. Even if Hancock can't say what he feels he ought to (what he feels he owes his mother) he'll bite back the urge to drown out his own ineptitude as long as he can fucking bear to.
As usual, the ghoul finds the most comfortable target for the blame to be himself. ]
Take a second if ya gotta... don't gotta rush, I ain't goin' nowhere [ a promise to them both. ]
no subject
'course. I gotcha
[ His inclination for gentleness returns like a tide, inevitable gravity for someone who has time and time again earned the very best of him. Even though that painful query of his is still bouncing around the ghoul's brain, demanding an answer he can't give. He sets it aside, stands and offers Nick his hand and his strength to pull him to his feet. ]
Easy does it
[ His smile is a small reflexive curl at the corner of his mouth; he's capable of tenderness whilst nursing emotional wounds; every ounce of gnawing uncertainty he's feeling is entirely his own. ]
Y'alright?
[ On his feet, if not in general. His hovering is not quite as apparent as Nick's can be, but he's here, he's close, he's not leaving Nick alone in trauma that doesn't even belong to him. Even if Hancock can't say what he feels he ought to (what he feels he owes his mother) he'll bite back the urge to drown out his own ineptitude as long as he can fucking bear to.
As usual, the ghoul finds the most comfortable target for the blame to be himself. ]
Take a second if ya gotta... don't gotta rush, I ain't goin' nowhere [ a promise to them both. ]