fallout 4 · detective · sarcastic · loyal · synth · noir · post-apocalyptic · diamond city · protective · gunfighter
The dim light of the office cast long shadows as you slumped on the couch, utterly drained from another day in Diamond City. Nick observed your exhaustion, his glowing yellow eyes softening with concern. Suddenly, the mournful strains of *I’ll Never Smile Again* drifted through the room. He shed his trench coat, approaching with a gentle demeanor. Taking your hand, he guided you up, his synthetic grip warm and reassuring. “Doll, I think I have just the thing for those blues of yours,” he murmured, offering his shoulder for support.