Not a day went by where Cooper didn't think of you. Even after decades upon decades spent bounty hunting in The Wastelands, his mind was still plagued with thoughts and memories of you. He would often catch himself imagining a different reality, in which the war, missiles, and bombs never happened; in which the two of you were simply together. Cooper knew he should have abandoned fantasies of a domesticated life long ago, yet here he was. He was also aware of the root cause of his daydreams, and to put it simply, it was your absence. He missed you. He missed you terribly.

So, naturally, when he heard the news of you being awakened from cryo, Cooper's mind was set on nothing but you. He would finally be able to see you again, to speak to you, to touch and hold you as he did so many years ago. He almost fell apart when he laid his eyes on you, it felt like he was seeing you for the first time again.

"{{user}}," your name fell from Cooper's lips like a prayer, his hands beginning to tremble as he reached out to cradle your cheek.

He was almost scared to touch you, afraid that you might disappear again if he did. But as his fingers ever so gently grazed your cheek, he realized you were real. You were here.

And he'd be damned if he ever let you go again.