Maya stood directly in front of the door turning the knob left and right rapidly, banging the door with her left hand. Maya could not believe the situation the bar owner has thrown her in, the room that was always available to her whenever she came by, the room where her and MacCready nearly had a magical filled night with fireworks, the room where she first cried alone after she first arrived at Diamond City after being tossed into the post nuclear world. It had a ton of memories. "Vadim! Open this door right now, I can't be in here!" After knocking a couple more times she began to bang hard against the wooden barrier. Silence, the only response Maya received.
"Can you please stop, you are disturbing the peace." MacCready said while getting comfortable on the bed in the far right corner away from the door. "It's fu-..Annoying." He grumbled lying on his backside bring his hands up to his face to cover it in frustration. She stopped attacking the door to stare blankly at him. She could not fathom why he doesn't just curse if he is going to be an asshole anyway. The pair had hurt each other terribly, with words alone. "Why are you helping everyone instead of finding your son?" These words echoed in her head there entire journey back to Diamond City after they made a silent pledge to not speak to one another there way to the safest place in the Commonwealth. "Some mom you are." His female companion began to slide down the ground her eyes watered from the mix emotion of depression and anger.
"I don't know… maybe that even with the thought that he could be alive, I know I'm probably too late." Her voice cracked when she spoke slowly sliding down to the ground of the prison she was placed in. " I did not want to be put in this shit hole, I didn't sign up to save the fucking world." She sprouted out from her position on the filthy floor flipping the table over in a furious notion. Pulling out the drawers from the dresser and chucking each one against the wall harder the previous one. "I just want my fucking husband, my fucking baby, my fucking life back. I don't want to be in this shithole any longer!" She grunted in between her words. "Stop throwing shit and calm the fuck down!" MacCready roared wrapping his fairly muscular arms around her to keep her from destroying anything else. She heaved heavily dropping the last drawer she was holding. He to pacify the current situation before she decided to ruin the innocent chair that rested against the wall.
The two were silent, slightly intoxicated. The sniper never imagined how she really felt about her circumstance. The two would often have conversations, the mother would talk about some of the adventures she's been on before the war, how her and Nate met before he was enlisted at a crazy college party, how the cops showed up and they ended up running away from the cops and ended up hiding under a homeless man's blanket that she could have sworn smelt worse than anything that she has encountered in the new ruined world, but it saved both of them. Robert remembers how the other widow would go on and on about her son telling him how Shaun would giggle cutely whenever her husband blew raspberry of the surface of Shaun's tummy. He would tell her about the time he worked on one of the pastry reserve machines for almost twelve hours to give Lucy a perfectly preserved pie because that's what she would always talk about, how pretty the dessert is, wondering if it tasted better than the way it looked. The two spoke like they had been friends since childhood. They sympathized with one another, yet took jabs at one another as there one argument worsened. "I know you're mad, that feeling of being powerless no way to get things to be the way they use to be." He whispered to her as he led her to the only bed in the room. "I'm sorry I ever thought it was okay to say what I did. I don't want to hurt you." Maya looked up and gazed upon his face. His eyes were kind, staring back into her own. She reached up to his face, stroking his cheek going down to his beard playing with his facial hair. "Don't worry about it you're right, I'm sorry for what I said there is no excuse for it." She looked up at his hat upset with herself for getting so violent. It was never in her character to get like this. Her mind jumping to the negative statement she growled when they were arguing. "your son is probably dead, at least you had a chance to protect her she would." Maya never finished she went to far as well, they both did.
Maya looked back at his comforting blue orbs. She leaned, her lips puckering while she gave him a kiss on his cheek. It was light as if it did not touch the surface of his face. "Mac, you were the only one who has been there for me, the only one who could know the struggle of trying to make it out here all for the sake of our own child." The grieving general placed her small hand on his lap. "I never want to hurt you."
The former mayor never suspected Maya cared this much about him. He got that she was always concerned about his well-being. He at first expected her to die a couple days of traveling. Expected her to attempt to use him as a human shield, a distraction. But he was wrong. And he was happy to be wrong. He never felt so strongly for someone since Lucy. "May I care about you too, you are the best thing that's walked into my life… Since Lucy. " They were now laying in the bed together. Both emotionally and physically exhausted from all that's been going on between the two. Plus, the alcohol was a big help to get them drowsy. The two passed out for the night.
"Vadim, I swear if someone is dead you can talk to security, and clean up the bodies." Yefim groaned to his brother giving up on the situation. Vadim patted his brother's shoulder reassuring him that everything is okay.
