I wanted to keep him close. I wanted to protect him from judgemental people who treated him like shit, and monsters who rejected him and called him a half-breed, and his awful parent and their guards who hurt him. I didn’t want to go and live back at the homestead, or at the Nebraska camp. I wanted to stay with him. I wanted to go back to his cosy little safehouse in the middle of nowhere and stay there, just the two of us, until the snow melted and the cold thawed. I wanted to travel across the Wastes with him, visiting the Nebraska raiders together and letting him show me all the hidden,
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