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From: (Anonymous)

He peeled himself off her and swung his fist back to punch the wall, not caring if he broke a few bones in the process. The pain was sharp enough to use an excuse for him to explain the beads that welled up in the corners of his eyes, his heavy breathing and the deep, burning ache that was left in his chest.

She just stood there, unmoving and with that blank look he thought she’d outgrown. The same pity she held in her eyes when he flunked the test back in Brotch’s class and when Officer Gomez told him off in the diner for trying to scare her into giving up her birthday present. It was the same look she’d saved for him and only him and one that she’d continue to use for the rest of their damned lives because she was too fucking cruel and he was so imperfect that she wanted nothing to do with him. He thought he would change her mind but it was already made up from the first day he saw her sipping at his shake with his mom and she didn’t even return his gaze from across the room.

“I’ve got to go, Butch.”

She left him standing there with a broken hand bleeding and him tasting salt. She went back into the room and headed straight for little Miss Amata, extending a hand and taking her into an embrace in the corner. The door closed right as he watched the genuine smile she had on her face and it was so goddamned sad he had to laugh it all away until he crumpled to the floor and was found by Stanley making his rounds.

She kept her distance after that. He thought he would too, but it wasn’t that easy. He’d see her around. Make a smartass comment to get her to respond. Sometimes she would, other times she caught on and left him hanging. Wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of any sort of reaction because she knew that only spurred him on. He could say all that he wanted about her but never ventured out to make any remarks about Amata because he knew she would’ve slugged him. And while the contact would’ve been nice, he had enough bruises from her to deal with.

The day her father left he rushed out of the room because of the radroaches, not expecting to find her. She didn’t even think twice before rushing to get rid of them.

In that moment he realized what his mom said when she mentioned that the girl wasn’t safe. Not with the way she could still look at him and do what he asked after all the hell he’d put her through. Yet he wouldn’t pull himself away from her because she was that one thing he couldn’t have and it made him feel good when he took that one step closer though it was usually followed with four giant leaps backward.

She left and the vault went to shit. Paul died. Wally ditched the gang. The Overseer went crazy. And she was out there somewhere looking for her dad. Amata mentioned she heard stories of her on the radio when she picked up signals after screwing with the transmissions to call out to her. He listened to them sometimes on his Pip-Boy when he was alone and closed his eyes, imagining the rawness she exuded when she went on her moral crusades in an attempt to tame the outside world.

As much as he fucking hated her sometimes he picked up something else too. Didn’t want to call it love because he didn’t need the added stress of that label on his mind. But if love was throwing his jacket at her and feeling something when she wrapped herself up in that faded leather he carried on his back all those years...

...sneaking onto her old terminal and reading her sappy writing and drinking his heartaches away...

...waiting expectantly for the day she’d come waltzing back in and marking off the days on the calendar......

...and watching after Amata so she’d still have a head when the message got through...

...then sure.

Why the hell not.

Not like he would ever get to her anyway.

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From: (Anonymous)

This is really awesome, A!A. Your Butch is so great. There's so much depth and emotional weight to him, without changing the character or forcing anything. This is so well-done. I don't really have words for it, except WOW THAT WAS AWESOME YOU'RE AWESOME.

From: (Anonymous)

A!A here - thanks a lot! Butch has always been kind of difficult to pin down because there aren't that many interactions with him in the game and trying to go off them is...oh man. I was iffy about posting this but you definitely boosted my confidence and I am ecstatic you enjoyed it~