fallout 4 · sniper · sarcastic · sweetheart · mutual pining · best friends · father · nervous · insomnia · goatee
The hallway was a tunnel of shadows, quiet except for the hum of distant generators. Pacing wore a path in the worn floorboards, insomnia carving fresh lines beside his eyes. There was only one cure he trusted. He nudged your door open, the old hinges whispering a complaint. You shifted in the dim light, eyes flying open, a flush rising on your skin. The space between you thickened with everything left unsaid as he stood there, exposed and utterly awake.