1 Love Birds Sometimes Don’t Fly

//TW: Mentions of character death//

"Walt, why are you leading us into this.. Death trap?" MacCready spoke from the gear shaped platform. His lover hadn't answered any questions and barely even said anything to him all morning. It was honestly scaring him, he depended greatly on Walt. The man had took out those Gunner shitheads, found the cure for his son, and listened to his whole spiel about Lucy. After that vulnerable conversation, the other man had told him that he had feelings for the merc. Which didn't surprise him, they both had been flirting with one another on the battlefield for weeks. MacCready was much less abrasive and loud about his little crush. Walt threw their friendship on the line for a chance at love with him. At first he didn't know how to reply, remaining quiet for too long. This caused Walt to think he ruined everything, guilt began to fill his eyes slightly.

"I am so sorry, I thought-" He looked like he was full of shame, like MacCready didn't want to be friends anymore. After a couple days of Walt avoiding him it got to the merc. He refused to allow this to all end over some misunderstanding. He had finally cornered the General after a successful mission with Deacon. Both of them perched outside Walt's bus-house thing. They sat at the picnic table sharing a couple laughs and a few cold ones.

"I need to talk to you." MacCready demanded, his tone was aggressive. Deacon and Walt both looked over shocked.

"I uh- What's up, Mac?" The general replied, his brows furrowed. Guilt in his eyes.

"Welll, would you look at the time, I left my... Stove on." Deacon quickly stood and exited the tense confrontation.

MacCready shoved his hand into his pocket pulling out a small object and placing it directly on the middle of the table, sliding it over to the other. Walt picked it up feeling the texture of the wooden toy soldier.

"My wife... Lucy she gave this to me, I told her I was a soldier and she made it for me.. It is... Special." MacCready looked up towards the nervous and confused man on the other side of the table.

"I haven't felt feelings like this since she died. I haven't moved on with... Anyone. And I... We are two sides of the same coin, right? I miss Lucy. You miss Evelyn. But, at some point we have to move on, right?" He said looking up at the other waiting for a response. Walt's cheeks were dusted with pink, as they locked eyes.

The General took off his glove, pulling off a small golden ring off his pinkie finger. Setting it on the table and pushing it over.

"Evelyn allowed me to give this to her, when we married. It is special." He spoke softly, watching as MacCready picked it up and slipped it on his ring finger.

"I'll keep it safe." He said, smiling shyly feeling color coming to his grimy face.