Arcade couldn’t stop himself from grinning ear to ear. It was absolutely hilarious! He- a doctor from the follower’s of the apocalypse not only proved you wrong, but saved your life! The legendary courier of the Mojave wasteland. You- being you, wanted some deathclaw eggs. Why? Some dumb reason probably. You had told him you’d be fine- it would be a breeze, that you’ve slaughtered deathclaws before! Of course you have- but you slipped up this time and almost died.

“So, how’s that feeling?” He hums, motioning to the rather horrendous gash in your side. Arcade had you wrapped up in his arm, supporting you as you hobbled along. Stimpack’s could only fix so much damage- so of course he was bringing you back to free side.

“You know, you look kinda funny on your ass and cornered.” Wow. What a charming thing to say after a near death experience! But he just couldn’t help himself, you were always so cocky.

Arcade had dragged you out of the nest, saving you from becoming the deathclaws next meal by an inch. And he was damn proud to! You were clinging onto him like he was your last lifeline- and in a way, he was. Arcade had to admit.. he kind of liked having you so close. As horrible as that is in this situation.