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]

A will, yes. Maybe gave away some of his good equipment. Left notes on training a replacement. Washington bores holes into Drew with his gaze, and at least the kid has enough sense to look ashamed. There's no making this better.

Cooper would try anyway. Perfectly nonchalant and sounding just as bored as Larry does, Cooper mentions, "Right. We tried to clear out some of the bottom floor but couldn't get the furniture all the way up with just us. We were bringing a couple guys back next week to help."

[vacuus]

So what? The couch and the filing cabinet are part of a simple moving project? Tanks resists the urge to groan, choosing instead to stare in the speaking man's direction. "Don't you people know that's a clear safety hazard?" he gives, exasperation in his voice. "Larry."

"Yes, sir?"

Tanks gestures toward the direction of the rotunda's entryway. "Grab Johannson and get that shit cleared off the stairway." Do these men a damn favor or something. As if inspired by that thought, he glances over at Washington. "You three stay here. Last thing I need is you getting in my men's way for helping you out."

"...Seriously, sir?" Larry sounds like he'd rather throw himself into the Tidal Bay instead.

"Larry." The name is given in warning.

Sighing, the knight steps toward the rotunda.

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...And there is it. Right there. The final nail to the coffin. Washington sighs, more resigned than anything else.

We're dead. It's fucked. He knew this day was going to end in death.