Election Day

[goodfight]

[Once upon a time, blah, blah, blah, and thus, the Lone Wanderer brings a stray named the Courier from the not-so-radioactive Mojave Wasteland back into the highly radioactive Capital Wasteland.

It has proven to be the worst idea in the history of all ideas. A wanderer and his dog could go into a town and the town would live their silly lives without a care. Two wanderers, a dog, and an eyebot are, to say the least, a walking disaster. Neil really should have kept the tour restricted to Megaton. Neil, however, has been keeping his mouth shut on the matter because a part of him finds the venture very entertaining.

And so the duo are now on their way to the Republic of Dave, a settlement to the north of Washington, D.C. At nineteen, Neil had set foot in the place once and once only. Then, after speaking with its "citizens", he hightailed it out of there as soon as he got what he came for. The place is the headquarters of a cult in the guise of a democracy, the leader has as big of an ego as Eden, and Neil doesn't know why they're going back there.

He says as much to Alex.]

I still don't know why I'm going back there.

[A pointed look to the older man.]

And taking you with me.

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[doubletap]

[ Alex tilts his head, a small motion. Larger to notice is the way he settles close, touching fully. ]

It's less the where and more the who that I'm involved in.

[goodfight]

[They're pressed together in a manner that is impossible to ignore. Whereas another male might have found himself entirely flustered, Neil begins to recall the precise reasons why he brought Alex Seattle Geer to the craphole that is D.C.

Therefore, he falls to a strange kind of calm.]

...It's either I have peace, quiet, and loneliness without you, or your company drives me bananas. That's the choice I'm trying to make.