[Nick's expression goes surprised as Hancock drapes an arm over his shoulder and wraps the other around his waist. His eyes dart, gathering the shifted logistics, before his erstwhile bashfulness takes hold again. Evaris, behind him, is the only other living soul with any idea what Nick's up to and he's sure the Vaultie has the most smug, knowing look on his face. Thankfully, Hancock's only got eyes for him.
Nick's skeletal hand commits to the moment, it mirrors Hancock's around his waist, resting carefully on those sequins. His other shifts, as subtly as he can manage, to his pants pocket. He hadn't been able to conjure up a clamshell box and, given the current circumstances, he's glad for that.]
I'd prefer not, but uh...well, all the chaos recently got me thinkin'. Might as well ask for things I want, right? No reason not to.
I, uh--been wanting this for a while and I figured: why not ask? Worst that can happen is you turn me down.
[Nick's smile is dreamy as he meanders his way to the point. His expression goes considering for a flickering second, though, as he adds:]
Or I thought it was--Now I gotta be concerned about a stabbing, sounds like.
[He shrugs, accepting the potential violence of his fate. The brief rise of his shoulders lifts Hancock's arm and allows him to pull his hand out of his pocket without being obvious about it. Finally, as Nick gathers his courage, he finds the nerve to look back at Hancock's face and the starry lights reflected in his dark eyes.
Nick pulls his good hand up, into the space between them. Caught in a delicate hold between his thumb and forefinger, is a dull metal ring. It's just slightly radioactive, but that's not shocking. The shielding around his core is meant to catch all the rads, but they both know it doesn't always. There are a few spots where it overlaps more than it needs to, and this nicked piece puts out a few on its own.]
I meant to get down on one knee, but that's out. [Nick feels lighter in this moment, enough that he can chuckle, and he does.] Nobody in my skull has ever actually gotten hitched and the more I think about it, about having that experience--I can't imagine it being with anybody but you.
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Nick's skeletal hand commits to the moment, it mirrors Hancock's around his waist, resting carefully on those sequins. His other shifts, as subtly as he can manage, to his pants pocket. He hadn't been able to conjure up a clamshell box and, given the current circumstances, he's glad for that.]
I'd prefer not, but uh...well, all the chaos recently got me thinkin'. Might as well ask for things I want, right? No reason not to.
I, uh--been wanting this for a while and I figured: why not ask? Worst that can happen is you turn me down.
[Nick's smile is dreamy as he meanders his way to the point. His expression goes considering for a flickering second, though, as he adds:]
Or I thought it was--Now I gotta be concerned about a stabbing, sounds like.
[He shrugs, accepting the potential violence of his fate. The brief rise of his shoulders lifts Hancock's arm and allows him to pull his hand out of his pocket without being obvious about it. Finally, as Nick gathers his courage, he finds the nerve to look back at Hancock's face and the starry lights reflected in his dark eyes.
Nick pulls his good hand up, into the space between them. Caught in a delicate hold between his thumb and forefinger, is a dull metal ring. It's just slightly radioactive, but that's not shocking. The shielding around his core is meant to catch all the rads, but they both know it doesn't always. There are a few spots where it overlaps more than it needs to, and this nicked piece puts out a few on its own.]
I meant to get down on one knee, but that's out. [Nick feels lighter in this moment, enough that he can chuckle, and he does.] Nobody in my skull has ever actually gotten hitched and the more I think about it, about having that experience--I can't imagine it being with anybody but you.
So...Will you marry me, John?