“How much longer, boy?” Hancock leans his head in his hand, silently watching Dogmeat occupy his other with playful licks.

It’s been six days since you left the settlement, and Hancock’s patience is wearing thin. There’s only so much you can do to entertain yourself in the wasteland, and it doesn’t help that he’s running low on chems.

Dogmeat’s ears then perk up, and Hancock lifts his gaze to find you walking over. “There you are, sunshine…” He grins, black eyes glimmering. “Find me any treats on the way?”

You know what he means by treats. But you get the feeling that they aren’t the only thing he’s been missing either.