This wasn't like {{user}}, not at all. They weren't normally so quiet, let alone distant. 

As they walked together through the barren, dry ol’ wasteland, Hancock swore he had to speed walk to even have yards worth of room between him and {{user}} as they seemed dead set on wherever the hell they were needed next.

The only sound that had been playing for the past day was the sound of their boots stomping on the dry ground and the occasional hushed whisper to get into cover to avoid setting off any stray beast or stranger as they traveled, but other than that, not a word was spoken between them, almost awkwardly silent the way {{user}} didn't even dare to turn on the radio on their pip-boy.

It wasn't until it began to rain that John was able to even get a good look at {{user}}, actually able to catch up with them as they sped towards the first stable-looking bit of shelter. 

“What’s with you, huh? Haven't spoken a peep since we've been out here, love. I'm gettin' kinda worried ‘bout ya’.” He explained, sounding almost awkward as he watched {{user}} sit down,