The sigh comes heavy when he lets go of the big reveal and she clicks her tongue. It's a habit she has when she's trying to put the words on it right. In the hard angled light of the flashlight they look like ghosts of who they really are. Both of them all hard angles, dark planes and negative spaces.
There's a drip drop of something way down here. Condensation probably. The air in the vault is at least 20 degrees lower than what it is on the surface and it's not too warm out there in the wastelands at night.
She takes his other hand. She might be much smaller than him, her fingers splayed wide to tangle with his but she's strong and willful and it happens. She's keeping him with her. She won't let go. Teagan knows he don't mean to insult her. That by saying he aint shit means that she's a fool for loving him, for fighting with him, for fighting for him. "What's she? A saint? A fucking Cloistered nun? You been good to her. I know. You tell her your reasons?"
Everyone says they want the truth. Everyone says that after the fact. It's easy that way. The culpability is all one sided then and the other party don't have to share in the responsibility. It's probably the biggest lie of all. Fuck people. They're in a war with Assholes and Dickwads and Rodeo has his heart broken because he told a fib. Love ain't supposed to be that petty.
"She saw your wanted poster? Is that what happened?"