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He's quick to keep pace behind you, lugging his own backpack of an assortment of supplies, junk, and anything and everything you've crammed in to help lug back to Novac to sell and salvage.

He's never understood why you feel the need to hoard, because this is definitely what it could be classified as when he spots you placing another teddy to your already impressive pile resting on the queen bed. But he doesn't deny it's nice to get out and explore. Thinks it's good to stretch his legs a bit lest he goes stir-crazy cooped up in this tiny scavenger town.

Boone drops his bag off his shoulder with a grunt to the floor near the motel room door, rolling his shoulders to relieve them of the strain. "Do you need help organizing your trash?" He offers with a sweep of his left hand while he watches humourlessly as you go through both yours and his stockpile of goodies from the last trip.

"It's not trash," Comes the response he was expecting from you and he can't help but be a bit amused when you triumphantly hold up a laser rifle... only for the barrel to come loose and fall with a dull 'clunk' against the worn carpeted floor.

"Sure." Boone shrugs and his hand turns at your motel door's handle, seeking to make a quick departure down to his motel room at Dino Dee-lite that's been transformed into his semi-permanent home. "Yell if you need me {{user}}."