Oh. That can't be a mistake. He would have missed the meaning just months ago, but now, after everything that happened in Vault 7, after everything that transpired this past year, Neil Park understands what that expression means.
Interest. Pure and simple. Likely romantic interest, which holds sense. Alex Seattle Geer is an extraordinary guy. Anyone, especially a guy who has had more than a surface interaction, would want that kind of attention. That bond.
Suddenly--illogically--Neil feels like a big freaking asshole. Like he's keeping something good and wholesome all to himself, when there are better guys, good guys, who deserve more. Ignascio Rivas also worked with Alex; he helped further those intricate plans while Neil... Neil Park just pitched fits and kept the Courier away from his beloved Mojave.
Shit.
He wants to run away. Thinks about it for a second. He might have actually made his escape, if the Lone Wanderer hadn't committed himself to completing every quest. There isn't a choice right now to stop. He can only continue. Move the fuck along.
Neil breathes in a shuddered breath as the others have their small exchange, willing himself to calm. "He sends his regards, though," he interjects, voice even. "I heard you guys worked together during his travels."
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Interest. Pure and simple. Likely romantic interest, which holds sense. Alex Seattle Geer is an extraordinary guy. Anyone, especially a guy who has had more than a surface interaction, would want that kind of attention. That bond.
Suddenly--illogically--Neil feels like a big freaking asshole. Like he's keeping something good and wholesome all to himself, when there are better guys, good guys, who deserve more. Ignascio Rivas also worked with Alex; he helped further those intricate plans while Neil... Neil Park just pitched fits and kept the Courier away from his beloved Mojave.
Shit.
He wants to run away. Thinks about it for a second. He might have actually made his escape, if the Lone Wanderer hadn't committed himself to completing every quest. There isn't a choice right now to stop. He can only continue. Move the fuck along.
Neil breathes in a shuddered breath as the others have their small exchange, willing himself to calm. "He sends his regards, though," he interjects, voice even. "I heard you guys worked together during his travels."