She has no right, Arthur decides. She has no right to just disappear one night and then reappear years later, without a word of warning in either case. He's surprised at just how much hurt there is wrapped up in that one thought, and so he squashes it down: both because he doesn't want to show weakness - not here on his command deck, and because he doesn't want to ruin this one amazing moment when someone has finally come back for him. The only thing preventing this moment from being absolutely perfect is the fact that Sarah Lyons is still dead and buried back in DC. Still, he's not going to let that thought, or any other thoughts, ruin this.
An awkward silence hangs in the air. The eyebot hovering over her shoulder beeps impatiently. He watches her shush it. She speaks to it like it's a child - a human child - with clear affection mixed with the irritation in her voice. Arthur Maxson, Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel, can't quite believe that he's jealous of a tiny floating robot, but nonetheless jealousy is what finally boosts his courage and prompts him to speak. "I'm surprised to see you in the Commonwealth, of all places." The words feel far more awkward than they sounded in his head, but she doesn't seem to have noticed, so he chalks it up to nerves.
"Well you see, I'm here representing New Vegas in an official capacity. The King figured this would be the best use of my 'charming personality and incredible good luck'. My words, not his." A small, petty, part of him is pleased that her attention has turned from the eyebot to him. A larger part is confused by what she has just told him.
"Vegas is a monarchy?" The radio silence from the Mojave bunker means he doesn't have much intel available on current affairs in Vegas, but what little he does have seemed to point towards a democracy.
She chuckles, and he's reassured by the fact that her laugh still sounds the same as he remembers. "No, that's his name. I mean, probably not his actual name, because no one's parents are that terrible. But it's what he calls himself, and it's the only thing anyone knows him as. But me and The King aren't the only ones who've moved up in the world over the past 10 years, are we? You were just a Squire when I left, about so tall," she gestures with her hand," and utterly adorable. And now we meet again and you're not only taller than me, you look older than I do as well. Damn Arthur, what happened to you?"
Her tone is light, but with something genuinely sad behind it, and that sadness mixed with the shock of her unknowingly quoting his younger self means that his voice cracks when he replies. "You would know if you had stayed."
He means to keep it light and joking, but he sounds more like either a petulant child or one who is about to break down into tears. Sympathy floods her features as she steps towards him, her voice soft. "Oh. Arthur I'm so sorry, I-"
He cuts her off, no longer caring whether their reunion is happy or not. "Sorry doesn't change a damn thing. Sorry doesn't change the fact that you left the Brotherhood, that you left me." That last word sounds uncomfortably like a child's plea to his ears, so he makes sure his voice is cold and hard when he continues. "You can either give me a damn good explanation for leaving and never once contacting the Brotherhood before now, or you have fifteen minutes to get off my ship before I exile you, Sentinel Archer." As soon as he issues his ultimatum he wants to take it back; as soon as he uses her title he regrets it. But he stands his ground, unwilling to back down, even as a tense silence hangs in the air.
"It's a long story."
"Then perhaps you should tell it in my quarters." He doesn't care how that sounds. He wants to get out of sight of his crew and he wants alcohol, not necessarily in that order. He half storms from the room, giving up on storming as soon as he is forced to climb the metal ladder to the main deck of the Prydwen.
His quarters are blessedly close to the ladder. Without pausing he shoves open the door, enters the room and scoops up a full bottle, pouring himself a glass without bothering to check the label. He takes the bottle and glass and sits down at the table. "Close the door and take a seat, Sentinel."
She does so, sitting opposite him. There's something he can't quite identify in her eyes as she looks between him, the bottle, and the rest of the bottles still on his desk. He ignores it - what right does she have to judge him - and brings the glass to his lips, his eyes fixed on her face as he motions with his hand for her to begin her story.
"Sarah wasn't just a close friend, Arthur. She was my girlfriend." Arthur's eyes widen and he splutters a little on his drink out of shock. "We were in love, planning on getting married sometime in the future. The day she left," he doesn't need her to explain what day that was, "was our one year anniversary. She pushed back the mission so we could spend it together." There's pain in her eyes, the kind that never quite goes away, no matter how long you live. "I remember, as she was preparing to leave, we were discussing how when she got back we would tell everyone, make sure the whole Citadel knew. Then ten days later they bring back her body."
She paused and cleared her throat before continuing. "I lost my father and the woman I loved because of their involvement with the Brotherhood, or at least it felt that way at the time. Still does if I'm completely honest. I just, couldn't bear to stay, so I left. Knew they'd try to stop me, so I snuck out at night. I wandered for a while before finally making it to the Mojave, where I worked as a courier. Then I get shot in the head and wake up with amnesia and by the time I get my memories back I'm caught up between the NCR and the Legion. Was planning on coming back after Hoover Dam, but sadly I just had to work towards Vegas' independance so I got stuck dealing with that for a while. Finally I get the chance to head back to DC when I hear that the Brotherhood is in Boston so I hoped to catch a lift with them for the last stretch of the journey. Of course, that's not going to be an issue now." She leaned back in the chair as she finished her story, eyes meeting his. "I shouldn't have left DC, but I couldn't stay."
For his part, Arthur is frozen in place. He understands why she left, but at the same time he still feels hurt and he's been so alone and so unsure and if she had to leave, "Why didn't you take me with you?" His voice is small and quiet and he feels very small and young and unsure. A memory, rising unbidden in his mind, of clutching at his mother, tears welling up in his eyes, 'why do I have to go, mama? I'll be good, I promise, just don't make me go away'.
Child Arthur is crying in his memory, and adult Arthur stands and takes one shaky step before collapsing into a heap on the ground, crying himself. But while child Arthur is told to stop crying and to go with the Paladins, adult Arthur is suddenly aware of a warm pair of arms doing their best to wrap around him. Quinn hugged him the day before she left, before they even knew Sarah was dead, and that was the last time anyone ever hugged him for all those years between then and now, and that thought makes him start crying even harder.
They remain like that for a while: Arthur crying, Quinn holding him, the eyebot - he forgot about the eyebot - hovering overhead and making distressed beeps at the pair on the floor. Eventually he runs out of tears, and something tightens in his stomach as he waits for her to pull away. But she doesn't, and he relaxes again and they remain there in silence, the beeping stopped, for a few more moments.
"This was a lot easier when you were younger. And smaller," Quinn mutters under her breath, and Arthur can't help laughing, although it isn't that funny of a remark. He doesn't know when he last laughed either, and that thought is almost enough to make him start crying again, but then Quinn starts laughing as well, which makes him laugh harder.
"I mean really. You're nine years younger than me, you shouldn't be over a foot taller than I am." Her tone is light and teasing and so he responds in kind.
"Eight and a half years." It's their old joke, and something about it makes him feel happier and more relaxed than he has since before she left. He's an adult now, old enough to know that things aren't going to magically go back to the way they were before. Old enough to know that sorry, a hug and laughing together on the floor doesn't mean that none of the past eight years happened. But somehow that doesn't matter, because finally Elder Arthur Maxson is no longer alone.