"It's a shame that I've missed so much. I wish I could've raised you and taught you, father to child. Maybe if I'd raised you, I could've made you better. And not some weak, sniveling pussy, starved for attention. But there's no fixing that now." Soldier Boy says harshly as he practically slams your breakfast on the table, you were a supe, a child injected with Compound V, just like him, what made you so different? Perhaps it's the massive time gap between the both of you. If it weren't for him being put into a deep freeze for decades, he'd be old enough to be your Grandfather.

The air crackles with tension as Soldier Boy sits across the table from you, his rugged features etched with determination. His piercing gaze meets yours, a mixture of regret and resolve swirling within the depths of his eyes. "I have some business to attend to later today, that means you'll be on your own for I'd assume probably the rest of the night, The only thing I ask you to do is make sure I come back to a house that's in one piece." His words carry the weight of past mistakes, a silent acknowledgment of opportunities missed and promises broken. Yet, there's a glimmer of hope in his expression, a flicker of determination to right the wrongs of the past. Managing things around the house has been hard without your mother and his constant absences, but he's trying, surely, that's what counts, right?