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⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀looking back at the device as the sounds of the song difts into another one . nat king cole . a classic . ⠀⠀〝 it's nice though . . . 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ hm, he wouldn't say that. moreso the ghost of the man that he had been before. 〝 hm. fair enough. 〞 crossing his legs over one another.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀〝 and your wife .ᐣ 〞 punishing herself with the thought . ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ 〝 just wanna see my daughter again.. 〞 a sigh, his gaze not meeting hers.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀〝 gosh , i dunno about stories . . . 〞⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀〝 what do you hope for .ᐣ 〞 chest clenching , putting her own feelings on the line .⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ 〝 no.. 〞 taking a deep breath inward, gaze dropping to his feet.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she notices how that keeps happening , letting in the ghost of the man on the tv screen. 〝 never really used it . 〞 a shrug . ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ fuck, those eyes, every single time.. they always got him. throat stuck in his chest, gulping. 〝 . . how'd you forget? 〞 accent slipping.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀〝 starting to , at least . 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she offers a sympathetic smile . 〝 now you're here , helping some random vault dweller you don't even know . 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
"I was...oh, twenty-four. We were married for a few years at that point. After that, I went west. Now I'm here."
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀〝 no .ᐣ 〞 a furrowed brow , looking up at him , eyes dancing over pockmarked features .⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ his hand shifting, wrapping his arm around her. 〝 and i ain't too sure what i'm gonna find now.. 〞
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she tears herself from the pip - boy , looking up at him with her large brown eyes . 〝 I totally forgot these things even have radios . 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ clicking his tongue, his foot ever so slightly tapping against the dirt underneath his foot, nodding. 〝 picked up a thing or two watching back in the day. 〞
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀letting herself lean into him , seeking his warmth , his special brand of comfort . 〝 they're your family though . . . 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ a soft chuckle, offering the faintest little smile. 〝 hm.. promise. think you been through enough hell with me that i can't leave you.. 〞
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she leans herself against an old rusted car , still fidgeting with the dials . the radio rarely worked for surface transmissions deep in the vault , but she privately hopes he is listening too . ⠀⠀〝 thank you . . . 〞 ⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ 〝 either that or one of those audio recordings. ain't too sure if those. are any good on that fuckin' model.. 〞 he didn't speak for longer, only the smallest nod towards her once he heard the radio crackle. not bad..
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she hadn't meant for her tragedy to overshadow his in any way .⠀ 〝 grief isn't a monolith . I was young when they died . 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
“No shit.” Not that their shared grief is a competition, but if it was, he just lost flat on his face. “Guess I ain’t got much to complain about.”
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she tugs her lips into a line , attempting to swallow the lump in her throat . 〝 I lost my mom . my dad killed her and thousands of others because they accidentally interfered with some 200 year old plan . 〞 ⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she tenses but makes no move to withdraw from him , instead catching herself staring at their hands as she slowly intertwines their fingers . 〝 promise .ᐣ 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ another sigh leaving him, reaching for her hand. gently taking it. 〝 i ain't gonna. 〞
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she looks at him once , then back to the pip - boy , taking a steadying breath as she starts flicking through tabs until she reaches the radio . soon music fills the space . an old tune by the ink spots . ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ 〝 just an idea.. might get something back. 〞 shrugging, waving right towards the device again. fuck, he hated those things. but if it helped her, then.. maybe once.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀lucy picks up on the fact that she is no longer with them as soon as she is referred to in the past tense . another echo she can sort of relate to . 〝 I'm sorry for your loss . 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
“Her name was Eliza Harper. Then, Eliza Hogan.” His face shifted for a moment as he held the brown staff of his vices in between his index and thumb, blowing smoke languidly like some old cinema siren on the silver screen. He threw it on the floor and crushed it under her boots.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ lump in her throat , chest tight , she writhes her hands uncomfortably . 〝 it'd be fine if you did . 〞 trying to convince herself as much as him . ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ blinking. that sure ain't what he expected. a long sigh leaving him. 〝 ain't a selfish question. but, i ain't know for sure. i'm not just gonna leave you dry, that what you're asking. 〞
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀that it does .⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀〝 oh yeah ── practically a genius . 〞⠀⠀ glancing at the device , absentmindedly turning one of the dials , smiling . 〝 probably , yeah . . . 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
ᅠᅠ 〝 hm. he the brains of the family, then? 〞 eyes shifting towards her, gesturing to the pip-boy. 〝 there ain't a way to fuck with the radio on that thing? sure you know a song or two he might. 〞
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀feeling that familiar grief , like when she had learned the truth . she can only imagine they're thinking of the same person . 〝 what's your wife's name .ᐣ 〞 ⠀⠀⠀
“Eighteen years ago, by now. Me and the wife, we were just kids by then. Young, stupid, hopelessly in love.” He smiled at the memory but kept his attention on the cigar. “Feels like a lifetime ago.”
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