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"Why the hell would you do that?!"
"I was bored."
"You're not bored, you're just an idiot."
"Why do you care, Butch?"
That morning I had been messing around at Moriarty's place. I started up a fight, and got kicked out. That night, I went back, this time with Butch, and started another fight with the same guy. I got kicked out before any real damage was done, but still, Butch wasn't happy about it. He blushed, "I-I don't care! It's just that... if you die, then I'll be alone!"
I rolled my eyes, "You mean if I die, you'll have no one to have fun with anymore."
He shook his head, "No, you don't understand. You're the only person I know out here... The vault, yeah, I knew people, but out here..." He looked to me, "Without you, I would be completely alone."
I kept my eyes on his, trying to determine if he drank too much in the short time we were at the bar. I smiled, "Well duh. I'm like, your only friend. Even when we were back in the Vault."
"That's not what I'm saying. Look, I really don't want you doing stupid shit, like what happened back there, again. I don't want you to get hurt, or kicked out of Megaton. I... I really care about you, and I have your best interest at heart."
"Gee, thanks, dad."
"I'm being serious. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt or died. Probably go crazy... Look, from now on, before you do stupid shit, ask me. I'll approve or disapprove. Got it?"
"Butch, you're a really great friend and all, but I think I'm able to make my own decisions."
He looked like he'd been stabbed through the heart, "Yeah. Friend. About that... I was thinking the other night, and I wanted to ask you... Well, hear me out first. If you want me to shut up at any time, tell me and I will, okay?" He paused for a second, "So, we've been pals for a long time, right? I mean, even back in the Vault. I know I called you names and stuff but without a decent motherly figure, I guess I never had a chance to learn much about how to express feelings or some shit like that. And, the other night, I just... couldn't stop thinking about you no matter how hard I tried, and I just... was wondering if you wanted to be in a relationship... More than friendship, I mean. And if not, that's all you have to say and things can go right back to how they were and-"
"Butch. Stop talking."
He clenched his jaw, and kept his eyes on the ground, burningo in a blush. I stood up from where I'd been on our couch, and walked over to him, cupping his jaw to make him meet my eyes. He did so, and suddenly it was like I was seeing him for the first time. I leaned forward and pushed my lips to his. Up to this moment, I felt something between me and Butch. Until hearing his little confession, I assumed it to be friendship and I guess he did the same. He pulled away and smiled, "You're a real good kisser."
I chuckled, pulling him into a sweet hug, "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself."
