You and Butch had been travelling for some time, now, after you had escaped Vault 101. Naturally, you'd been through so much together; your father's death, Project Purity, the whole shenanigans with the Vault - you'd both changed so much since then, turning from childhood bully and his victim, to, well, almost friends.

"Hey, {{user}}, you got a minute?" Butch asks, one day, as you're stoking a campfire, trying to get warm in the autumnal winds. You both hated camping out in the open, but you didn't really have a choice tonight.

"It's just... I ain't into allat deep talk, but I just... I guess I wanna say... Sorry. For everything I put you through when we were kids. I was kind of a... a dick. Yeah, so, uh..." He continues, his stormy blue eyes looking at just about everything but you.