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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[vacuus]

The truth's appreciated to a man like Larry Christensen-Ellis, ideal circumstances or no. It allows him to let go of aspects that might have haunted his steps later down the road, especially in regard to the bodies laying prone in the basement of the Jefferson Memorial. The knight again nods before holding up the pack, cigarettes sticking out of the opening.

"Smoker?" If so, here's a peace pipe to share. Kind of.

[doubletap]

Alex gives a rueful smile, holding up a hand. "Straight-edge, sorry to say. My drug of choice isn't any you can barter for."

You can still hold it, though. Take it in your hands and try to keep it for as long as you can. As long as you're able.

[vacuus]

Larry snorts, finding humor in the response. The source is revealed soon after, as the man pockets the pack of cigarettes and starts to step toward the back area.

"You're the second guy I've met to turn down a cigarette," he says lightly. "But you were also polite, unlike the first guy." So that's fine. "Try to take care of yourself as well, alright?"