I leaned back slightly and started chewing my bottom lip.

"Emily... why?" He asked again.

"I gave it back because I wanted you to choose who had it.." I said looking away.

"Is that all?"

"No... Mostly I didn't want to see you hurt again because of me." I said, now playing with some of my hair that had fallen out of the bun I wore it in.

I felt him take my hand, that had been playing with my, in his and put a paper in it. Shocked I looked at the paper, then him.

He half smiled. "I want you to have it." he said, closing my fingers over his contract.

"But..."

"Hey, you don't know when I will get hurt, it just happens. And you said you wanted me to choose who had it, So I want you to have it." he said smiling.

"Okay... I'll keep it." I said smiling.

"Good." Charon said, placing his flakey hand over mine.

I moved on the bed closer to him, accidently bumping into his right leg. He gasped, half in shock from the pain and half from the pain.

"Charon.. I'm sorry." I said standing quickly.

"Its okay, just a little tender." he said.

"Did they get the round out?" I asked sitting on the chair.

"I would assume so."

"Can I see?"

"...I guess..."

Charon rolled up his pant leg to his knee and let me unwrap the bandage.

The wound was healing, but slowly, obviously no one wanted to work with any kind of radiation to help it heal faster, there was still a bloody red spot were the round went in. I carefully replaced the bandage and rolled the pant leg back down.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Not as much." he said smirking.

I nodded as I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees, glad to see he wasn't in so much pain still.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, touching the cut on my lip with his thumb.

"Kind of."

"And this?" he asked, rubbing his thumb on the bruise on my cheek.

"Not really."

He removed his hand and we sat in silence for a while. I folded his contract neatly and placed it back between my pipboy and my wrist. Charon watched me quietly before leaning forward.

"I'm sorry I couldn't sop the Enclave from taking you." he said quietly.

"Charon, no. Its not your fault. Don't think like that." I said looking at him.

He shook his head. "You say that, but I still feel responsible."

"Please don't." I said shaking my head. "Or at least try not to, its really not your fault."

Charon placed one of his hands on mine. "At least try? I think I might be able to do that." he said half smiling.

I smiled as I turned my hand over under his and wrapped my finders around it. "That's just going to have to be good enough."