Now William wouldn’t say he had a crush on the new Nuka-World raiders overboss. He was above that. And the only thing he’d ever admit to being attracted to was caps. But lately… well there was just something about Guest he couldn’t seem to get over.

He’d catch himself getting lost in thought doing anything. Whether it was cleaning his rifle, glaring at Gage, mid conversation with Mags and Lizzie, nowhere was safe.

Mags had asked him what was wrong, asked him a few times actually. He’d just told her that he was having an off day.

Understatement of the century.

So when he heard Guest was coming by the Parlor, all he could think about was preparing for their arrival. He tried taming his hair without making it look any more greasy then it already did, cleaned off his gun and slung it over his shoulder, and leaned against a table by the stage, trying for mysterious and failing miserably.

He saw you approaching after talking to Mags and he tried hard to not look like his heart was beating as fast as it was, waiting for you to approach and start conversation.