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This merry little haunt wasn't familiar to Nick, but the address was correct, for what it was worth. There weren't many buildings with penthouses intact, but Hancock had told him to show up here, so here he was. Honestly, as he came up the stairs, Nick wasn't entirely certain what to expect.

Was it a stash house? No, Hancock and he had a tentative understanding about chems. Nick didn't comment and Hancock didn't do them right in front of him if he could help it. It was about the best the synth could hope for, and a fair improvement on their previous arrangement of: nothing.

Was it a new settlement? Bit of a stretch but Evaris did have ecclectic moods.

Maybe he...Nick came up blank. He didn't have a clue or a chance in hell of divining one, so he shouldn't waste the breath (figurative) trying to hash it out. He just stuffed his hands in his pockets, kept his revolver at the ready in case this locale wasn't secure yet, and trudged up more flights of stairs than he cared to count.

At the top he stepped out of the stairwell and through time. One second he was in the Commonwealth and the next he was standing on fine plush carpet in Boston, MA. This place was an absolute time warp, like walking into a photograph, and Nick was entirely thrown as he let the door behind him close and cautiously wandered in.

No turrets...so that was a start.

Cameras? Didn't spot one, didn't see any mics either but he was sure there were a few. This place had electricity and...was that hum an airconditioner?

"Where the hell am I?"

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[Nick's lopsided smile spreads across his face, bashful but not terribly so. That light kiss is nice, even if Nick can't feel it. The gesture is more than enough.]

Yeah. [Metaphorically, he means.]

You done soaking? [Nick has no idea if ghouls can prune up but he doesn't imagine it's a comfortable experience if the answer is 'yes'.] Because I'm gettin jumpy about sittin here.

Eh... you go. Gimme a sec to make sure I'm rinsed real good, then I'll catch up to ya. Ghoul skin's real good at holdin' onto dirt and... dirt.

[ Hancock is fairly certain he's seen a robe or two kicking around this place. How anything fabric had not been destroyed by moths is a mystery for the ages. ]

Got some candies from the Vaultie. Might pop 'em and lay on the bed a while. You... gunna be close by?

[Nick gently extricates himself from Hancock and the bathtub. There are a few towels around--they'd been rock hard when he first got here but dedication and that fantastic washing machine had restored them to mediocrity. Nick's gonna take his time toweling off, just to be sure--]

Yeah, I can be.

[He had to clean up the scene of the interrogation, and do some laundry, but he could wait until Hancock eventually went to sleep.]

Cool. Out in a sec.

[ As far as looking for a cherry to pop, no one else living has seen John Hancock, as is, puttering around their apartment in bare-feet. The ghoul is almost two inches shorter than anyone but Nick Valentine probably realizes. ]

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JOYFRIEND that is a good term. Nick's gonna have to get him some tea.

*/grins in enby LOL also wanna close the scene here?

Yeah we can, this is a good spot.

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