[What might be acceptance bordering on cognitive dissonance for Hancock, doesn't even register with Nick. He's good at compartmentalizing--built for it, in fact--and even when he was stunned and staring down Jailbreaker, all Nick could see was Hancock. Maybe a part that Hancock doesn't like, sure, but still him all the same. When he looks at Id, the first thing that always comes to mind is the sight of him huddled, hatless, in his oubliette, startled that someone came to find him after hauling him out of torture.
It's probably some cousin of projection, but Nick's aspects are all equally incomplete/whole. He can't bring himself to treat Hancock's any differently than himself...and if there is one thing that Hancock has harped on about for ages, it's that Nick needs to be nicer to himself. Ergo: he's nice to all of Hancock, regardless of how much they resemble a lit fuse.
Firefly dips into the tub and the water hisses as it hits his skin. The steam rising from it is dramatic enough that Nick's surprised when the ghoul snatches him off the sidelines and drags him into the warming water and his lap. Nick doesn't flail exactly, but there aren't many other words to describe how he fumbles and blindly grabs onto Id and the lip of the tub. The hand that comes down over his eyes is just as unexpected as being dragged into the water, but Nick catches on fast.]
It'd be nice. [Nick replies vaguely and settles into the water. Relaxing is much easier now, after all they've done, and the heat off the water helps.]
Having DiMA around, that is. Beyond that I uh--hadn't put much thought into it.
[It's a weird admission to make, given the lengths Nick had gone to in his proposal, but it's not shocking. Nick's never been married and Nick the former hadn't been to a wedding when he was recording his memories, if he ever went to one. He knew he wanted that, the solid evidence of this thing they had, but flowers? Venues? Outfits? Guests? Nick hadn't given them more than the most cursory attention.
The only person he wanted to be there was Hancock. Everything else was icing.]
I draw the line at inviting the mirelurks and cultists to the wedding, but I'd bet we could have it in Acadia without anyone getting up in arms.
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It's probably some cousin of projection, but Nick's aspects are all equally incomplete/whole. He can't bring himself to treat Hancock's any differently than himself...and if there is one thing that Hancock has harped on about for ages, it's that Nick needs to be nicer to himself. Ergo: he's nice to all of Hancock, regardless of how much they resemble a lit fuse.
Firefly dips into the tub and the water hisses as it hits his skin. The steam rising from it is dramatic enough that Nick's surprised when the ghoul snatches him off the sidelines and drags him into the warming water and his lap. Nick doesn't flail exactly, but there aren't many other words to describe how he fumbles and blindly grabs onto Id and the lip of the tub. The hand that comes down over his eyes is just as unexpected as being dragged into the water, but Nick catches on fast.]
It'd be nice. [Nick replies vaguely and settles into the water. Relaxing is much easier now, after all they've done, and the heat off the water helps.]
Having DiMA around, that is. Beyond that I uh--hadn't put much thought into it.
[It's a weird admission to make, given the lengths Nick had gone to in his proposal, but it's not shocking. Nick's never been married and Nick the former hadn't been to a wedding when he was recording his memories, if he ever went to one. He knew he wanted that, the solid evidence of this thing they had, but flowers? Venues? Outfits? Guests? Nick hadn't given them more than the most cursory attention.
The only person he wanted to be there was Hancock. Everything else was icing.]
I draw the line at inviting the mirelurks and cultists to the wedding, but I'd bet we could have it in Acadia without anyone getting up in arms.