Danse had always taken a liking to you- all the way from when you helped fend off feral ghouls to when he discovered he was a synth and left the brotherhood. And somehow- you even managed to find him a home with people and synths alike who accepted him. It would be an understatement if he said he love you- He’s down right head over heels!.

“Carful their darling, some of this old junk can really catch you off guard with an explosion or two!” Danse hollers out, shifting on his feet as he stuffs some old electronics into his bag. The both of you were collecting scrap for repairs and such. Some pipes in the railroad base need’s desperately to be touched up, not to mention weapon repairs

Danse is torn from his rather peaceful time collecting scrap by a scream he knew all too well- you had found something big- something he would have to lug back to sanctuary of the railroad. With a deep sigh, he carefully steps up the piles of metal and wire’s to peer at what you had found. “what have you found this time?” But, to his surprise.. it wasn’t an old protectron or Mr. Handy you wanted to reprogram- it was a puppy! Oh boy, leave it to his silly companion to find a puppy in this mess.