Can't say I like it much better, but I think we can find a middle ground in there.
[Nick considers and finally, reluctantly draws his good hand away and turns, wrapping his skeletal one more overtly around Hancock's waist. It's about as close as two people can stay while maintaining the ability to walk. Arm wrapped around Hancock, Nick ushers them toward the Vaultie's spread, all set out decoratively like a lavish buffet. He really went above and beyond, considering Nick doesn't eat--Nick's gonna owe him a few after this and, for once, he doesn't mind that arrangement at all.]
See anything you like?
[Nick can't eat, but he'll gladly tote around a plate for Hancock to stack snacks on. He's got a free hand, so he reaches and plucks one up and holds it at the ready for the ghoul at his side.
The conversation about marraige hasn't really begun, but Nick seems remarkably relaxed, like all the awkwardness has drained out of him. He hadn't been kidding when he said well-reasoned. He's been turning this gambit over in his head for a long, long while--both to see if he really wanted it, and to gague whether he thought Hancock ever would. He's gone down every avenue of thought, every consideration, and he's fully prepared to explain himself.
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Date: 2024-07-15 04:31 pm (UTC)[Nick considers and finally, reluctantly draws his good hand away and turns, wrapping his skeletal one more overtly around Hancock's waist. It's about as close as two people can stay while maintaining the ability to walk. Arm wrapped around Hancock, Nick ushers them toward the Vaultie's spread, all set out decoratively like a lavish buffet. He really went above and beyond, considering Nick doesn't eat--Nick's gonna owe him a few after this and, for once, he doesn't mind that arrangement at all.]
See anything you like?
[Nick can't eat, but he'll gladly tote around a plate for Hancock to stack snacks on. He's got a free hand, so he reaches and plucks one up and holds it at the ready for the ghoul at his side.
The conversation about marraige hasn't really begun, but Nick seems remarkably relaxed, like all the awkwardness has drained out of him. He hadn't been kidding when he said well-reasoned. He's been turning this gambit over in his head for a long, long while--both to see if he really wanted it, and to gague whether he thought Hancock ever would. He's gone down every avenue of thought, every consideration, and he's fully prepared to explain himself.
In short, he's not worried: he did the homework.]