The headcanon that no one asked for:
Hancock sits in Zo’s lap when he’s high, or just tired, he’s lazy, with his gangly limbs every which way, and his arms coiled around her like a snake. He puts his hat on her head and nuzzles his head into her neck, asking her to tell him a story from before the bombs. She obliges him and usually tries to only tell him about happier times, but occasionally she manages to putter off into a sad story and make herself upset. He notices without even looking her and offers a few limited words, accompanied by a few kisses on her collar bone. At this point she usually curls up around him and the two fall asleep in a tangled mess, only to be woken up when one of them jams their foot where it shouldn’t be.
eva.... sis.. tell me why I'm such a dumb ass bitch and are 1/4 of an edible cookie without thinking I was gonna get high as fuck..... I'm in my room actin like I'm doing HW bitch my moms calling me.. Should I risk it and talk to her while I'm goofy af or should I fake sleep and not go downstairs or eat till she schleep ..