Alternative Methods.

[doubletap]

Has sex become repetitious? Feeling sore in certain areas? Well, good news! Your boyfriend has sent you on a quest to find different ways of having fun gay sex. Yay!

Find the following people and seek out their knowledge:

• Arcade Israel Gannon (=D)
  
• Jimmy (Westside)
  
• Old Ben (Freeside)
  
• Doctor Alex Richards (Novac)
  
• Ignacio Rivas (Helios One)

Good luck, Wanderer!

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[doubletap]

Alex blinks open his eyes. "Did I though? Really?"

Save you.

[goodfight]

Neil does not smile. He does not shift. He stays only perfectly still.

"Without you," he gives, "I would have gone to the Pacific and drowned."

[doubletap]

He freezes.

Alex knew this. It's not something new. It was obvious, at the time and after, obvious that Neil's intention was to walk into the sea. So he knew this. Of course he did. But he has never heard Neil voice it.

It's pure reaction, and where another would reach in anger, would force his fear and rage onto the other in a passionate kiss-- When Alex reaches, it is soft. It doesn't lack strength or assurity, but it is soft, caring, and epitomizes care. Alex reaches, pulls Neil to kiss him, and doesn't make it anything more than it is.

I love you.
I'm sorry.
I'm so glad that you're here.

[goodfight]

It isn't a truth he meant to give away. Not in this life, at least. The sea to the West existed as an end goal; it was his River Ouse, his ticket out, and even as he despises the easy path, he couldn't stop. He couldn't cease those steps toward the edge of the known world.

Until the desert. Until Alex.

It is kindness, what Alex offers. Love. Compassion. All the pieces Neil has lacked in all twenty-five years of his life. He stays against the other man, eyes closing, drinking everything in.

[doubletap]

When Alex moves it to progress, it isn't as it was headed before. It wasn't sex of passion, of intensity. Neither was it for love's own sake.

It's something more intent, something closer to the times they had in Vault 7: Something aching and slow, love-making more than anything else.

Something to reach into their broken pieces and pull them together, into each other. To make an attempt to heal.