6. Unknown: Hancock feels something, but he's not sure if it's the chems or something else.
Hancock was startled awake when his chair was kicked out from under him. In his still drugged haze, he glared up at whoever dared to assault him in his own home.
Fahrenheit stood over him with her arms crossed. "Get up."
"Don't you," he pointed up at her, "work for me?" He pointed at himself.
"Get up, Hancock. Now." Her eyes narrowed. Hancock grumbled and shook out his sore muscles as he stood up. "What? Did I miss a meeting?" He joked.
"No, but you're going out." She brushed his shoulders off, "You've been cooped up in here for a week."
"Just been waiting." Hancock muttered under his breath.
Fahrenheit sighed, "Nora is allowed to go do things without you." Her face conveyed something akin to annoyance, but Hancock wasn't sure if that was due to his chem usage or his overactive imagination.
"Shut up." Hancock snapped, "I know that." He added once he noticed her cock an eyebrow at him.
"So go do things without her." Fahrenheit tossed him his gun and wheeled him towards the stairs. Hancock grumbled curses under his breath as he walked downstairs.
"It's not like I was waiting for her. Just catching up on all the chems I didn't take." Hancock rambled to himself, "Who is she, acting like my life revolves around Nora. Fuck Nora. I can go do things and missions and have adventures without her." He didn't notice that he had wandered out of Goodneighbor without saying a word to anyone. "Stupid lousy friend. I mean who saves a guys life and then just dumps him to go have fun on their own?" Hancock ignored the irony in his statement. He kicked a bit of trash, feeling like a kid again, kept from hanging with the older kids, forced to entertain himself alone. He pushed thoughts of his shit head brother out of his head. That ass wipe didn't deserve another second of his time.
"Hancock?" He stopped dead at the bridge leading north. Nora stood just on the other side of an overturned car. A thousand different conversations he'd planned in his head went flying out the window. "Hancock," Nora smiled at him and Hancock thought about shooting his foot so he'd know if she was a hallucination. "I'm so sorry about being gone so long." She walked around the car and grabbed his arm. Limping. She looked up at him with her soft hazel eyes, a look of concern furrowing her brows. "Hancock?"
Hancock threw his arms around Nora, hugging her tightly.
Nora stumbled back, but stayed on her feet. "Oof, hey big guy," she hugged him back, "hitting the chems hard, huh?" Hancock didn't answer. He buried his face in Nora's hair. He didn't know why, but the world seemed to click into place with her in his arms. They typically didn't hold each other unless one of them was injured. It was nice to hold her just to hold her.
"Hey," Nora pulled back and held his face in her hands, Hancock felt weak, "You still wanna travel with me?" She asked.
"Wouldn't trade it for the world." He knew he had a sloppy, drugged smirk on his face, but he didn't care. He'd ease up on the chems, just being with her gave him all the-well most of the high he needed.
Hancock wasn't sure what is was that made her addicting, but better to learn about your drug than take it haphazardly. Nora pulled out of his arms, her hands trailing down his arms. Hancock tried to hold onto her hands for as long as possible but eventually let go.
"Ready to go?" She turned away, a small smile on her lips.