the pier.

[doubletap]

Let him just say it now--the kid had a lot of problems.

I mean, not really a surprise or anything--Alex had found him dried out in a desert, for crying out loud--but god damn.

Let’s recap.

Alex Seattle Geer found himself in love with a Vault brat from the Capital Wasteland with a daddy complex the size of Hoover Dam. Said kid loves him back--sometimes. Said kid would probably rather put another bullet between Alex’s eyes rather than spend time with him, and didn’t this just go to show it. Neil leaves to check up a rumor, said he’d be back shortly--shortly became two days and by then Dogmeat was back, meaning Neil took off somewhere he was worried the dog would get hurt at. Two days turn into two weeks and counting, and by then, Alex has tracked Neil’s steps, found the fucking pier, the fucking tool of a woman looking for her child, and all of the pieces are too easily placed.

Neil left for Point Lookout. And Alex, ED-E, and Dogmeat are left hanging in the wind.

Alex has been fucking camping on the dirty sand and shit next to that pier, waiting for that stupid kid to come back on that stupid ferry the woman told him about. Tobar the fucking Ferryman, and Alex feels like shooting the asshole just for submitting to Neil’s request. Probably not the guy’s fault, but-- Hell. Yeah. He didn’t traipse all over the goddamn country just to be left in the dust. Is the kid even coming back? Who fucking knows.

Alex will just.

Wait here.

Until Neil comes back.

Yeah, that’s not pathetic at all.

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The redhead grins with all teeth, a triumphant expression amid all the gloom and doom. Her face does not sit well with Catherine, who looks worriedly at her child.

"He's all over the engine room," Nadine says. "Kid did a fine number on him. Ask Neil when he comes to or see for yourself some time." Because Neil would not be able to answer now. While dallying in Alex's arms, he gives himself to a need and blacks out, head slumping against the other.

Nadine notes this with veiled interest and half-turns to her mother. "He was a crate of dynamite this entire trip and now look at him. All content and out like a light," she comments, before again moving her attention to the bigger man. He seems ready to move them away from the pier. "Oh, right. He hasn't slept a wink for two weeks. Didn't want to accidentally put himself into coma or something." Which meant she got to spooking him real good the couple of times she caught him ready to doze.

Content with her answer, Nadine watches the pair for a moment, until they disappear out of sight. It is here she finally regards Catherine and declares, "Guy's still a fuckface, but that kid's in good hands. He'll be fine."