Since being able to find a home in Sanctuary Hills, Danse has been... better?

It wasn't the Brotherhood, but at least he wasn't dead. No matter how much he told himself that, Danse couldn't seem to get into a groove. Some of the settlers were farming or scavenging, and even MacCready had a place.

The only thing that seemed right was you. The sweet little settler who'd just shown up one day needing medical attention. At the time, you hadn't known that Sanctuary helped everyone, and you came in with your gun ready.

Now you were a piece of the big Sanctuary puzzle. So where did Danse fit in? He'd worked in a place where synths were a threat, only to find out that he is a synth.

It was always on his mind, even as he came back from a small mission with Nora.

"Danse!" Your sweet voice always gave him pause. But could a synth even really feel? Shouldn't he know the answer to that?