[ His curiosities only climb Nick explains himself; the synth has always been able to identify the things he wants to a degree, but that new software adds variant weight and priority to different aspects of his reasoning. He can Want things and Know things and Feel things with different settings of intensity-- and it's certainly showing. The synth's words have Hancock's mind speeding ahead; what could he want that he thinks there's a chance Hancock would refuse? ]
Metaphorical stabbing, probably
[ He easily interjects; murdering the request had been playful euphemism for getting it done, but now Hancock is really wondering what Nick's getting around to saying. He's observant enough to catch Nick's subtle shifting but completely misses it anyway (failed that roll) and is caught entirely by surprise by the sight of that simple metal band.
Why does this feel almost-- familiar? It's like his brain is reaching for a memory that isn't actually there. Inwardly, his sense of reasoning comes alive like it (like he, like everything) is suddenly overcharged. Inwardly, the familiar aspects Nick has come to know are arguing:
'Fuckin' YES, let's do it!'
Hold on a sec, would ya? We don't know what this means--
--It means a buncha' promises we could break, it means a higher chance of disappointment and obligation--
Eh I dunno about that, we don't know what it means -to Nick- and he's the one askin'
I Want to! I wanna be with him, every damn second for every damn day! We should do it, we should say yes!
You ain't responsible with what ya want, jackass. What about when ya Want something else? What about when ya want Freedom? Then what?
I don't-- I do-- I-- (The Id resorts to a wordless snarl)
Hey guys, we really ought'a say -something-
Oh shit--/Oh shit-- ]
I love you. I love you so godamn much that I-- I want to. And I didn't think I ever would, ya know? Never saw the appeal of the move... not until we started steppin' out together
[ The close proximity and leveled height makes bumping his forehead against Nick's especially easy; the ghoul's hands shift and settle at either side of the Nick's collar, bracing there and lining his thumbs against the sides of the synth's neck. ]
It means a lot-- and it means different things to different folks. Concept's come a long way since bribin' families to accept new genetics into the line
[ An extremely moot point for all parties involved, but he's trying to make his point clear. ]
But you... you're so special to me-- precious, and yeah, I can't really think'a... I don't wanna be without ya, ever. So... think what I'm sayin' is yes, with a condition?
We just gotta hash out what exactly gettin' hitched would mean for us. Before the actual knot tying. Clear-cut, ya know? Cuz I don't wanna...
I don't wanna disappoint you
[ Almost gingerly, Hancock offers out his hand towards that slightly radiant ring Nick is holding. ]
no subject
Metaphorical stabbing, probably
[ He easily interjects; murdering the request had been playful euphemism for getting it done, but now Hancock is really wondering what Nick's getting around to saying. He's observant enough to catch Nick's subtle shifting but completely misses it anyway (failed that roll) and is caught entirely by surprise by the sight of that simple metal band.
Why does this feel almost-- familiar? It's like his brain is reaching for a memory that isn't actually there. Inwardly, his sense of reasoning comes alive like it (like he, like everything) is suddenly overcharged. Inwardly, the familiar aspects Nick has come to know are arguing:
'Fuckin' YES, let's do it!'
Hold on a sec, would ya? We don't know what this means--
--It means a buncha' promises we could break, it means a higher chance of disappointment and obligation--
Eh I dunno about that, we don't know what it means -to Nick- and he's the one askin'
I Want to! I wanna be with him, every damn second for every damn day! We should do it, we should say yes!
You ain't responsible with what ya want, jackass. What about when ya Want something else? What about when ya want Freedom? Then what?
I don't-- I do-- I-- (The Id resorts to a wordless snarl)
Hey guys, we really ought'a say -something-
Oh shit--/Oh shit-- ]
I love you. I love you so godamn much that I-- I want to. And I didn't think I ever would, ya know? Never saw the appeal of the move... not until we started steppin' out together
[ The close proximity and leveled height makes bumping his forehead against Nick's especially easy; the ghoul's hands shift and settle at either side of the Nick's collar, bracing there and lining his thumbs against the sides of the synth's neck. ]
It means a lot-- and it means different things to different folks. Concept's come a long way since bribin' families to accept new genetics into the line
[ An extremely moot point for all parties involved, but he's trying to make his point clear. ]
But you... you're so special to me-- precious, and yeah, I can't really think'a... I don't wanna be without ya, ever. So... think what I'm sayin' is yes, with a condition?
We just gotta hash out what exactly gettin' hitched would mean for us. Before the actual knot tying. Clear-cut, ya know? Cuz I don't wanna...
I don't wanna disappoint you
[ Almost gingerly, Hancock offers out his hand towards that slightly radiant ring Nick is holding. ]
That, uh... copasetic, love?