He takes a moment. Hopes the kid is eating. Then pushes off the wall and heads to do what he planned to do from the start. Hopefully the assholes upstairs won't come down at all of the noise.
The white couch is pushed up the stairs, angled across the door. The filing drawers that were next to it are shoved to the foot of the stairs, letting people see over it, but blocking the pathway. Alex doesn't really believe it will stop anyone who wants to come down here, especially if they have power armor and are lacking dicks, but it's not for the blocking that he does it. It's for the sound. He doesn't want to be interrupted, and the sound of the couch falling down the stairs or the cabinet slamming against the floor will give Alex enough time to finish whatever step he is doing and pick up his gun.
As a last thought, he pulls the desk and the smaller cabinet into the start of the hall, angling them against each other that it wouldn't be easy to climb over them. Alex looks over his work, mouth a thin, displeased line, but eventually he nods.
In the room Neil is in, the kids have shifted. Dogmeat has moved to sit next to the gurney, looking up at Neil with old eyes, and ED-E has moved even closer as well, beeping quietly in concern. He is not going to call for Alex, but he doesn't know what Alex's friend needs.
Alex comes back in a singular motion, swinging the door around behind him, leaving it open enough to hear anything that happens out there--
But what he hears instead is the sound of quiet sobbing. Alex rotates on his heels back to look at Neil, face a wary mask. The kids are hovering, and Neil hasn't even opened the MRE packet. He makes a motion with his hand to ED-E, and hesitantly, the eyebot backs off a bit. "Neil."
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The white couch is pushed up the stairs, angled across the door. The filing drawers that were next to it are shoved to the foot of the stairs, letting people see over it, but blocking the pathway. Alex doesn't really believe it will stop anyone who wants to come down here, especially if they have power armor and are lacking dicks, but it's not for the blocking that he does it. It's for the sound. He doesn't want to be interrupted, and the sound of the couch falling down the stairs or the cabinet slamming against the floor will give Alex enough time to finish whatever step he is doing and pick up his gun.
As a last thought, he pulls the desk and the smaller cabinet into the start of the hall, angling them against each other that it wouldn't be easy to climb over them. Alex looks over his work, mouth a thin, displeased line, but eventually he nods.
In the room Neil is in, the kids have shifted. Dogmeat has moved to sit next to the gurney, looking up at Neil with old eyes, and ED-E has moved even closer as well, beeping quietly in concern. He is not going to call for Alex, but he doesn't know what Alex's friend needs.
Alex comes back in a singular motion, swinging the door around behind him, leaving it open enough to hear anything that happens out there--
But what he hears instead is the sound of quiet sobbing. Alex rotates on his heels back to look at Neil, face a wary mask. The kids are hovering, and Neil hasn't even opened the MRE packet. He makes a motion with his hand to ED-E, and hesitantly, the eyebot backs off a bit. "Neil."