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'Tis Better to Have Loved and Lost, 4/?
(Anonymous) 2012-06-21 04:41 am (UTC)(link)-----
"Calm down, DeLoria! It's not all bad, okay?" Hana offers what she must think is a comforting smile, but that glint in her eye like this is the funniest joke since the bombs fell is ruining the illusion. "I mean, look at Charon. He kicks butt and takes nam--well he kicks butt, anyway. He might be one ugly guy, no skirting around that, but you think anyone looks twice at him? Heck no!" She pats Butch's knee, but all he can do is glare and pout back at her.
"Look, I know you wanted to check out Rivet City, but there's a whole city of ghouls in downtown D.C. I've got a lot of friends there, they're nice people! Maybe you could give it a shot?" He just keeps glaring. This isn't helpful. "Come on, I bet you'll be the most handsome ghoul they've ever seen. You'll be beating ghoulettes off with a stick!"
"I'd be doing that anyway. You think I want tail that's half missing?"
"DeLoria... I think you're gonna have to get used to that idea."
He yells again, and Hana sighs and throws her hands up in mock defeat, telling him to do whatever he has to to calm himself down as long as he doesn't break any of her stuff or piss off the neighbors. She tells him she's heading down to Gob's for a drink and a chat before she hits the road again, and he should come join her there when he's done pitying himself. Then she, the dog, and the World's Largest Leper (looking smug even without an actual expression) exit.
Butch manages not to cry in his terror and frustration once he's alone. He glances at the cracked mirror on her wall, but doesn't have the heart to get up and look at his reflection again. Okay, that's a lie. Vanity wins out and he does, then groans like a dying brahmin.
Hana manages not to bust out laughing again until she's closed the front door. She offers Charon a high five, but he leaves her hanging. Dogmeat, however, doesn't. Good boy. Best friend.