#unfortunateone

          ❝ so tell me, ❞ he speaks calmly and confidently as he looks at himself in the reflection of his car. it’s easier to meet here than in his office, as it would raise more than a few question as to why an ITALIAN MOB BOSS was even interacting with the senator. ❝ how’s leon ? i gave him some time off after, well, i’m sure you’re aware. ❞ he doesn’t want to talk about his slip up that got one of his ( begrudgingly favorite ) interns. especially not so close to nuka and ESPECIALLY not on a business call. ❝ he deserves it, but i’m sure you know that too.  ❞

         ❝ don’t go. ❞ it comes out in a rush, hand gripping nuka’s wrist tightly, his brow furrowed with something akin to worry. he regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth but, instead of trying to take them back, he presses on. ❝ please, i -- i never ask, i never question your work but tonight i’m asking you to stay here. ❞ there’s a hint of agitation in his voice, a panic that grows with every word. sitting, he brings nuka’s hands to his lip, a sorry excuse to hide his face as he presses soft kisses to each palm.

HIS DAUGHTER ICB THIS

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