Hancock strolled into Sanctuary feeling pretty excited. The last caravan that had travelled between Goodneighbor and Sanctuary had had about a hundred of each of his favorite blonds chems, and the stuff had sold like ammo. The best part was the people who used it excessively didn't mention any kind of addictive tendencies. They were exactly what chems should have always been: fun. No strings attached. He saw now why she never understood Nates problem with her using them; she'd made them without all the shit that made it addictive. When her bright blue eyes saw him from her balcony, she smiled excitedly before hurrying down to meet him, and he felt his heart splutter a bit at her eagerness to see him.

"Hancock!" Octavia threw her arms around his shoulders, and he chuckled at her display of affection, returning the gesture gently. The people around them looked on curiously, pretending not to have been when she released him and grinned up at him.

"Hey there, sunshine."