12/17/2023 0 Comments Fallout new vegas vagrant"Oh, Benny." Angela sighs and rises to embrace him, bringing his head against her breasts. This is more vulnerable than she's ever seen him and it hurts her, too. It didn't matter what happened," he says quietly, gripping her hand a little more tightly. "What is it that's bothering you so much?"Īs he looks at her, Angela thinks she can see a brimming tear in his eye, but she isn't sure. "What is it, Ben?" she pleads with him to answer. He sees sense in her words, but all it takes is one smart-ass, one radical to get through all of that unnoticed and his life could be torn apart in seconds. They don't have to worry about House or the Legion anymore, the NCR have stepped up patrols to keep everyone safe and the security bots have been fully upgraded to boot. We've worked so hard to make sure she'll be growing up in the safest environment possible."īenny knows it's true. That's all part of being a parent, but we've worked hard at this, Benny," she reasons, adjusting her hand to support his head a little more firmly. "I know you're nervous," she says slowly. "I don't know if I'm ready, doll." he mumbles into her palm, closing his eyes and breathing in her cactus flower perfume. He sighs and his attention turns to her hand, thumbing her wedding ring before bringing it up to cup his cheek. "It's going to be okay," she reassures him. She extends her hands across the table to meet Benny's idle one and holds it, gently massaging the space between his fingers. His eyes flick up to meet hers and she sees there's truth in her words, as much as it pains her. ![]() "You're worried, aren't you?" Angela asks. They flash in his eyes, but it's only a reflection, because his face that's normally so full of suave and mischief is a picture of apprehension and doubt, echoing what's going on inside his head. There's something tender in the way she exhales thoughtfully, studying Benny in the cold lights of the strip. The soft padding of her bare feet against the metal rings in his ears too, as she crosses the balcony to sit opposite him. What in hell's name is he thinking?Īngela's voice is almost lost to the hum of life from down below, but he hears it crisply in his mind, like the distinct clinking of chips as they're collected in. He's the self-proclaimed king of New Vegas after House's disappearance, and he's loving it, yet being the head of a family makes little worms coil and settle uncomfortably in his stomach. He could scam a vagrant out of his last cap, but keeping a child occupied is most definitely not his forte. He knows gambling and guns, but he hasn't the faintest idea about changing nappies and telling bedtime stories. ![]() He's barely holding himself together, let alone his wife and unborn child. Whatever made him think he'd be a good father?īenny almost laughs, but for the startling reality of his situation that's like a punch in the gut. He has to suffer, looking out over the strip with his chin in his hand. He can't shut them up or drown them out because that's well beyond his capabilities. It's a welcome relief to have a little cool air his head is fogged, crammed with thoughts that repeat again and again, like the faulty announcement system in Vault 22. It's hot enough that he sits at one of the tables without his jacket or tie, shirt open to the breeze. The Luxe blares white against the grey tarmac and he can see the flaming signs of the Gamorra, inviting the lonely, lost and horny. ![]() Benny gazes down at the sea of lights and hookers, people looking like ants from his lofty perch. The strip looks insignificant from the balcony of the '38.
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