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]

Larry returns to watch Geer, his usually bright green eyes appearing dull. "I have no objections," he gives. "There'll be measures set up by the Elder to further fortify the Memorial's basement, but that will happen long after you two have gone."

He rises slowly from his seat, bones and joints cracking in the motion. "I will start preparing my report," continues Larry. "If you and Washington would go over it with me once it's done, I would greatly appreciate it."

Five hours later, of course. There will be time to kill while waiting for tasks to complete.

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Alex reaches to shift through the pack the armor is in, dragging out his own leather armor. He holds this out. "Modify to fit you better, but don't ruin it too much. I like that." It matches one Neil owns, after all.

"Otherwise," he smiles a bit self-depreciatingly. "I'm running on fumes here. Don't think I've slept more than a couple of hours in the past few days." He means week. But people look at you a little funny when you say that. "You think you guys could hold down the fort for a while?"

Washington only nods to this. "God, man, get some rest. We can work out the details without you for a while."

[vacuus]

The knight steps over to accept the armor and tucks it under an arm. He'll shake it out and see what can be done with the size when he's away from the main hallway. "Don't worry. I won't leave too many holes." If this situation isn't what it is, Larry might have winked.

Why the thought strikes him, he can't say.

As for Geer-- "We'll keep things afloat," Larry says. "Go catch a few winks."