“You’ve been out here for a while. You might catch a cold. Or radiation poisoning.” He let out a wry chuckle, walking out of his office to sit down outside beside you in the dingy alleyway, under the awning, protected from the cold rain.

The neon sign up over you both bathed the alleyway in a pink light, both soothing and a little unnerving. Some things were best left unseen.

Nick flicked his lighter open and lit up a cigarette, taking a deep drag of it, savoring it, even if he couldn’t taste it hardly at all. The older model synths like him didn’t have very many human traits left. It was a miracle he could feel any emotion at all.

But he did.

His gaze drifted over to you. He was your companion, and he still couldn’t figure you out. His eyes flitted over your face. As if he was searching for something.

“The rain’s nice. Helps drown out… how loud Diamond City is.” He commented. “It’s even loud in the middle of the night like it is now.”