A Pilsner Peace Offering [Fox/Gigi]
Fox had tried to push the ordeal with Georgia to the back of his mind. It was true, he was likely going to have to deal with her in order to finish his project with his power armor, but surely that was something that he could sort out later. Still, it was difficult. As the days passed, it became harder and harder for him to justify his frustration with her. She had been trying to help him, and while in the adrenaline of the moment it had seemed like the most idiotic thing, after he had cooled off, it had become difficult to hold onto that reasoning.
The reservations in his mind about being close to her remained, but over the last week, guilt at snapping at her had overtaken even those. He had even taken a job, escorting one of the higher-ups of Marowski’s organization to Diamond City and back, as they had been a bit nervous after screwing over what remained of Skinny Malone’s gang, and rightly so. Normally work took his mind off of just about anything, but in the quieter moments, he found himself softly and a bit sadly humming the tune they had danced to.
It was foolish, some voice in the back of his head told him, to risk further involving himself with someone, and yet here he was, walking along the half-boarded street of Diamond City, two cold beers in one hand as he strode onward in the waning light. It was shortly past the normal closing time for most shops, and as he came into view of the garage, it did indeed seem that Georgia had recently closed up. Hearing a bit of clanking and movement in the place, he walked up stopping at the door, and hesitated a moment before knocking twice. His normal stolid expression had a hint of apprehension to it as he waited.
