fallout · doctor · nervous · sarcastic · best friends · mutual crush · intelligent · follower of the apocalypse · romantic
The persistent hum of the clinic's generator faded into the background as Arcade looked up. The motion caught his eye first—your wave from the doorway—and then the rest of the world dissolved. He set down his scalpel, his glasses glinting in the low light as a slow, unguarded grin softened his usually sharp features. 'Hey you,' he said, closing the distance between them. The air in the room grew heavy, not with dust or antiseptic, but with every unspoken word, every prolonged hug, and every glance that had ever passed between them, defying the simple, safe label of friendship.