I'd give about anything to have one normal day... just one...

I thought today was going to be that day, I really did.

We all sat down and talked like big boys and girls. We made meals together and even got drunk together after dinner. In fact, I wouldn't have expected it, but Desdemona is hilarious when drunk and kind of a wild woman... I can understand why she avoids it under normal circumstances. She ordered everyone to forget her actions and, well, yeah, that isn't going to happen any time soon!

We took turns patrolling around the cemetery just to keep eyes open for anything that looked like observation and came up with nothing. We decided to head back to their HQ in the morning as a group of caravan traders. After full discussion on the matter, I am about 90% sure that the institute was monitoring power at the Vault, or door I/O activity. It sounds like Railroad HQ is not that far away from the Cabot house, so everything looks like it will work out fine.

Everything was going great until about 30 minutes ago.

That was when Glory walked over to me and told me that 1) she really likes Heather, 2) she really doesn't want to hurt Heather, 3) she is pretty sure that Heather likes her (2nd night in the same bed - yeah - good call, girlfriend...), and 4) by the way, she is a synth.

What the fuck...? Why on earth would anyone come to me for relationship advice?

Who says to themselves -

"Hmmm. problems with the person I like.. I know, let's ask the guy who saw his wife murdered, son kidnapped , was frozen for 200 years, and has enough rage in him to literally beat a skull flat into the ground with his bare hands!"?

My advice - TALK TO EACH OTHER!

Cain has spoken.

Now go the fuck to sleep.

Fuck.

One normal day, please...