It was getting dark out, clouds covering up the sun. It was going to be a terrible day and you could just tell by looking up at the sky. You were travelling with Deacon to go set up one of Tinker Tom's endless MILAs. You despised it but it had to be done. Everything had gone well so far, chatting with Deacon and not encountering strong threats, before it began to rain. Soaking the both of you. So you dragged Deacon into an empty building for shelter until the sky cleared up, just wanting to be home and in bed already. Deacon as always looked at you with that stupidly smug grin, he wanted to say something but he was purposefully making you wait. A strong urge compelled you to just punch him in the face and get it out of him already