“It’s very you.” He smiles warmly, his hands idly playing with each other in the absence of hers. “You always were a bit messy, but I don’t mind. It’s how I remember you, it’s nice to see that not all that much has changed since I last saw you.”
After a little bit of both of them just staring around the room at her mess, Cinda finally stepped past him, pulling him out of his daydream. Though she didn’t hand him the water. An observation that he chuckled at, waiting to see how long it would be before she noticed.
“I did. I did indeed.” Lucio nods, following her to the living room and taking a seat where she had gestured for him. She was close enough that he could smell her. The same scent she always had, it tickled him pink to have something familiar nearby. Pink enough to where it began to seep through the area across his nose and cheekbones.
He awkwardly rubs the back of his head again with a small chuckle, “I just- I heard you both refer to me as ‘Cicero’.” He stated lowly, “I can’t…. I can’t use that name anymore. I’m- I’m considered a war criminal, Cinda. I’m kinda still wanted for quite a few things. If I’m ever caught I-” He stops and takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair.
“If I’m caught by the NCR or Legion remnants, they will kill me. I didn’t expect to run into anyone I knew out here… I’m sorry that you had to be told.” This was a disaster. It was awful having to tell her all of this. He knew she’d understand, but he felt… shame.
“I go by the name my mother gave me when I was born. If it isn’t too much trouble, I’d have you call me ‘Lucio’. I’m ‘Lucio Sinclaire’. That’s- That’s my real name Cinda.”
"Wait, was I r-really this messy? Geez..."
Cinda had to pause when he mentioned the Legion. It had been a long, long time since she had thought about them, or about the war back in her homeland at all. Clearly things had gone south for the Legion. But she was grateful he was alive and (she assumed) well. She stared over at him thoughtfully.
“R-right, of course… I’m sorry, I didn’t even th-think about that…” She glanced briefly over to Dodger, who looked back at her and nodded briefly. He would remind her if she slipped. She felt a little sick at the thought that she could have put him in danger just by saying his name. It was best to try to shrug that getting off.
“Lucio, hmm,“ she muttered to herself. She liked it. She hesitated a moment, averting her eyes shyly, then reaching out to gently lay her hand on his arm. "I th-think it’s a lovely name… It suits you. Lucio…”
2087
blakekathryn
andulkaphoto
origamiaround
amandla
izzy806
prguitarman
