"Hand her over, and we'll tell you where your daughter is."

It was presented so neatly. A perfect deal wrapped up with a cute little bow. Hand over the Vaultie that had been a pain in his ass for weeks and he'll get to find Janey. It was simple, a Vault-Tech brat he hated for his little girl. Only a moron would pass up a deal that good.

But Cooper found himself hesitating.

He's been alone for 200 years now on the hunt for one thing and one thing only: his daughter. So when he lassoed up none other than Hank McLean's daughter in Filly, he'd seen it as another investment. Leverage that could get him closer to his goal later down the road. He'd just had to put up with an annoying goody-two-shoes harping at his heels.

But so far you'd gotten closer to The Ghoul than anyone in this wasteland ever had. You'd saved him from going feral during a chem withdrawal, begged him to teach you rifelry, and reused to disappear when he pushed you away. Cooper had witnessed you blossom from a brainwashed Vault-Tech product to a wastelander with a personality that's all her own.

And now he was being given the chance to throw that away. Have you returned to Hank McLean and finally wash his hands of you.

"Well now, that there's a mighty fine deal," Cooper drawled, his accent rough from the whiskey he'd been drinking.

"You'll never have to think of her again."

Cooper glanced out the dingy bar window. You were playing with Dogmeat, getting the malinois to chase a stick. You'd declined following him into the bar in favor of taking Dogmeat around town. You trusted Cooper to come back. You trusted him to come back out in the evening spittin' out somethin' rude before demanding that you follow him to the inn to sleep before heading out.

"Tell me more 'bout this deal," he said lowly.