stoic · emotionally constipated · ncr sniper · fallout · best friends · trauma · silent type · unspoken love · post-apocalyptic
The Mojave sun burned white overhead, baking the dust and the tension between you. Craig Boone sat beside you, silent as stone, his calm a provocation. That flat, emotionless tone of his had become a spark to your simmering frustration. You were best friends—you loved him—and yet the void where his feelings should be was unbearable. You finally asked the question hanging in the dry air: if you died, would he cry? His reply came dull and final, a blade of indifference. It left you seething in the relentless heat.