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.

Comments

[doubletap]

Alex looks at Ellis for a moment, then glances at Drew. "Drew," he says sharply, making the kid jump up. "Help Knight Ellis here with his task, will you? He's down a couple of people."

Solving the keeping Ellis out of it and Drew preoccupied at the same time. As well as making sure Ellis isn't alone to start brooding and getting Drew the chance to see one of his heroes up close. Alex turns to head down, then stops to pause near Washington. The man takes off his helmet, revealing premature salt and pepper hair. Not like Alex has any room to talk. "Short on helmets?"

Alex grins. "Actually, yeah. They're not really my thing. Got a dog out west who hates the things."

"Hats?" Washington asks, walking over to Ellis to hand over the helmet. "Here you go... If you want it, that is." Not nervous. Not nervous.

"He was a cyberdog," Alex calls back from walking downstairs. "Had a couple of weird tics like that. You're with me, Washington, come on."

Giving a half-feigned, half-real groan, the guard leader follows.