but Jake made me amazing tacos and he was so cute making faces at me in the car when he and Six pulled up both lookin a lil scruffy and totally in love with me. so there’s that <33
as I mentioned on that selfie, I spent about 4 hours picking away at the skin on my finger with a needle and tweezers in order to remove a tiny metal splinter – and in the final moments (which I didn’t know were final at the time) Jake started writing me a hidden note in our shared document (like we do) and he wrote the last word as I triumphantly wrenched the splinter from my finger, so I was able to sit there and cry and be comforted by his piercingly kind words in the aftermath of that stupidly all-encompassing pain and frustration.
he is my rock solid canyon wall. he loves me so much better than I had ever imagined someone could love me.
gross morning texts
me: you’re the Vault survivor to my dawg companion
him: you’re the Pip Boy to my wasteland adventure