[ God, it's so fucking simple. So simple that it hurts and he loves the shit out of it. Out of Neil. He hefts himself up, props himself on an elbow--the hand touching Neil moving to grab his shoulder.
His eyes are bright, seemingly more blue than pale. ]
West. We are always going fucking west. We chase the damn sun as it goes down and we find out everything it left behind. We are seeing your fucking ocean and we are going to Frisco and when I show you everything you had better damn well hold to never leaving me, because there is a shit ton of great stuff out there, and I want you to see what I love.
[ ...Remember? ]
I want you to see what else there is to see. It's not a fucking circle. It's a path to a destination. The only thing that matters. The experience. The finding and the knowing. The person right next to you as you walk.
[ It's a lot, not the most he's said, but possibly one of the most revealing. His cheeks start to flare, slightly embarrassed, but he refuses to look away, to try to take back his words. It may not be the most... realistic thoughts, given the way things are, but they are his, and Alex-- ]
...I'm who I am, all right? Truth or not, bullet to the head or no. I'm myself, and the person who I am loves this damn crazy kid from Vault 101 in the east, and I ain't never going to let go. You either. We're walking. We're following the sun to the sea.
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His eyes are bright, seemingly more blue than pale. ]
West. We are always going fucking west. We chase the damn sun as it goes down and we find out everything it left behind. We are seeing your fucking ocean and we are going to Frisco and when I show you everything you had better damn well hold to never leaving me, because there is a shit ton of great stuff out there, and I want you to see what I love.
[ ...Remember? ]
I want you to see what else there is to see. It's not a fucking circle. It's a path to a destination. The only thing that matters. The experience. The finding and the knowing. The person right next to you as you walk.
[ It's a lot, not the most he's said, but possibly one of the most revealing. His cheeks start to flare, slightly embarrassed, but he refuses to look away, to try to take back his words. It may not be the most... realistic thoughts, given the way things are, but they are his, and Alex-- ]
...I'm who I am, all right? Truth or not, bullet to the head or no. I'm myself, and the person who I am loves this damn crazy kid from Vault 101 in the east, and I ain't never going to let go. You either. We're walking. We're following the sun to the sea.