Love Birds Sometimes Don’t Fly

The merc had three years to grieve Lucy's death, to understand that he could allow more than one person make him happy. To make him feel loved. Walt never gave himself the time to put Evelyn to rest. Not to get rid of her, there was no getting rid of the feeling of your heart clinching when thinking of the one you love dying or dead. That would never go away. He needed time to think about her, about his past, and what he lost. To put that chapter to bed and open the next one. He couldn't ignore it any longer.

MacCready wondered how many times he came down into this place alone. The thought of Walt being here alone made him feel sorrow, he doesn't deserve to go through this by himself.

Walt pulled away, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "Thank you, Robert." He said, the merc winced slightly at the mention of his first name, but he didn't mind Walt saying it. His first name was reserved only for his lover. Only Walt, and Lucy before him.

"Come on, let's go to Power Noodles. My treat." MacCready said, giving his boyfriend a peck on the cheek. The other man grabbed his hand and held it a lot softer than before.

"I'd love to." Walt said, giving him that perfect, goofy, charming smile.

Robert Joseph MacCready is one lucky man.

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Thank you for reading this!! It took me a while to write it all, but this is a one shot from my personal collection. Please be kind to one any other in the comments. This is the end! :))