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    Midnight.

    "Just." They leaned against the door frame of the small shack and looked out at the desert. They tilted their head back and looked to the moon. One arm lifted, and they tapped through a menu on their bulky Pip-Boy. "I need to leave for a bit. You two, try not to kill one another, yeah?" They didn't even look back, out they went, and the door shut with a whimper of rusted metal at their retreat.

    Arcade stepped back into the room that could loosely be described as a bedroom. He was never one to keep things much to himself, but they'd gone so abruptly, so quickly, he didn't have much of a choice. If he couldn't let them know how he felt, he could let Boone know his displeasure. He flung himself back onto the twin bottom mattress and sighed. The bed creaked loudly under his weight.

    Boone snorted. A disdainful snort, one that curled with barely contained disgust at that thin upper lip.

    "You know, I think he was talking to you about that. I'm a doctor. Do no harm to my patients, and all that." He took note of the eye roll behind those grayed glasses Boone insisted on wearing even in the dark. Even inside. He inhaled his own derisive noise and kept it firmly to himself.

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    24 May 2020