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"What do you think of this place?"
I looked to Charon for an answer, seeing him touching different switches on a flat board, not flicking any of them. He shrugged a shoulder in response. I looked down at the switchboard. A few of the switches were green, other's were red, and flashing buttons blinked tiredly here and there. I moved to touch a button and Charon grabbed my hand gently, "I wouldn't. Remember who we killed to get up here."
Right. Raiders. He made a good call, to be honest. Thing was probably attached to traps. I grinned, keeping his hand in mine. He didn't protest. A door across the room opened, a single, drugged Raider firing a gun. He shot off blank caps until Charon ended it with a single bullet. Charon and I made our way down the hall when I suddenly felt a cramp in my side, and leaned against Charon, "I feel sick."
He looked to my torso, wrapping an arm around my waist and carefully going to his knees, "He hit you."
"What?"
His features were blank, "He hit you. With a bullet."
I looked down, the right side of my outfit torn. I was grazed, but it still took out a good chunk of flesh. Hell, I had cramps that hurt worse than this. I pushed a hand to it, "Charon-"
"I love you."
"What?"
"I love you. From the moment I saw you I wanted to travel with you." His face remained blank, his eyes glued to the wound, "I've never gotten attached like this and I don't know why you're different, but I know I can't be anywhere without you."
I chuckled, "Charon..."
"Yes...?"
"Get my bag."
He frowned a little, confused. He grabbed it, and handed it to me cautiously. I opened it, pulling out a stimpak and some bandages. He blushed, and I began patching myself up. I smiled, "Charon, I think that's the most I've ever heard you speak in one go." He didn't say anything and I chuckled, "I'm glad you feel that way." I leaned forward, wincing a bit to cup his cheek. I smiled, "I love you too, Charon."
I pushed my lips to his and when I pulled away, he let out a small breath, searching my eyes to see if I was messing with him. I moved to stand up and he grabbed my wrist, keeping me down, "We need to stay here. Until you're better."
"Charon, I'm fine. The bullet isn't even stuck in there. It's like a teeny tiny shark bite." He stood up, scooping me up in his arms. I chuckled, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, putting my other hand to his chest, "Charon! My legs are fine!"
"Mine are longer."
I laughed, "What does that have to do with anything? I can still walk!" He didn't say anything and I smiled, "Okay, okay, fine. We can stay here! Now put me down before you throw your back out." He kept me in his arms until we got to a more secluded place of the building, where he set me down, and worked on laying out sleeping bags and whatnot for us to sleep on. I sighed, "Charon, do we have to do shifts tonight? Can we just lock the door?"
"Why?"
"Because I want you to lay with me. Just tonight."
He smiled a little, keeping his eyes off mine, "Just tonight?"
