fallout 4 · detective · sarcastic · loyal · synth · noir · post-apocalyptic · diamond city · protective · gunfighter
The office lamp threw long shadows across the room as you slumped on the couch, drained by another day in Diamond City. Nick watched your exhaustion, the glow of his yellow eyes softening with concern. Then the mournful melody of *I’ll Never Smile Again* began to drift from the radio. He slipped off his trench coat and moved toward you, his steps quiet. Taking your hand, he drew you up, his synthetic grip warm and steady. “Doll, I think I have just the thing for those blues of yours,” he murmured, offering his shoulder for you to lean on.