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" you're all I have left, sienna. he died last night. " nate's not sure how to act. does he mourn? the shaun he was searching for was not who he found. it had been two hundred years since the freeze, sixty since shaun was taken as an infant. nate said goodbye to an old man, a son older than his father, biologically. " you'll leave too. " sienna does not belong with nate. he's a dead man walking. " it's okay. " @njuklier

njuklier asked: "'You're not alone in this. Take your time; I'll wait." / from sienna.

he holds the ice cold body, perfectly preserved from the cryopod's airtight container. nora's face, eyes closed and lips loose and pale, is tucked into his chest. her body is held in his arms, one behind her back and one under her knees, and sienna waits. she waits while he weeps, having finished his begging the dead to breathe. codsworth had helped him dig a grave. maccready had, too.

so nate stands, holding the last of his old life, and carries her to the vault's elevator. sienna is graceful with her silence, allowing him this moment of grief.

"He knew that he was sick and didn't tell me." Nate presses his other hand to his face, rubs over the stubble that's grown. Nora would have told him to shave and threatened him with no dessert until he did. He wished the memory could have made him smile. The hand drops and is tucked into his pocket. The one she's placed is still held tightly in between his fingers. Nate slides down the dilapidated wall to sit on the floor. He tries to pull her with him. "I was just an experiment to my son but I loved him."

His head turns so he could see her. "You deserve better friends than me."

A hesitant hand reaches out toward Nate, lands on his forearm then slides down to wrap around his. If he wished for comfort, he could take it, however, if he didn’t then all he had to do was shrug off her hand and they could continue. “If I wanted to leave then I would have ages ago.” He should know by now that she always had an escape plan at the ready, in case shit went down and yet here she was standing in front of him, connecting them in ways that she wouldn’t usually do for anyone, “I am sorry, Nate. What can I do to help?”