His logistics brain catches up with him mid-sentence, as he actually pictures trying to cram any part of his usual lower half into a pair of pants Deacon's size.
"--never mind." He rolls his eyes. It's not a bad idea, seeing if this place has any wearable boiler suits to scavenge, especially since he's in pretty dire need of a new one anyway, but the principle needs correcting first. "You don't owe me anything, you know. I'm not going to assume you'd have done the same for me, but I'd like to think so."
Behold, the power of grudging friendship. And of not remembering any of the times Deacon actually has saved him before, whether in the more existential 'from slavery' sense or the more concrete 'from the Institute' sense or the more mundane 'from raiders and mutants and hostile wildlife and environmental hazards on the journey to the Capital Wasteland' sense. It doesn't make him any less in need of clothing right now, anyway.
"I wouldn't complain if you wanted to look. Just be careful. I can't exactly come back you up yet if something's lurking up there."
Not that Deacon needs to be told this, but it's reflex for Danse to say it to anybody he's working with. He's too accustomed to being the one best equipped to do the protecting, and to commanding people who need the reminder. He's a far cry now from the synth who barely knew which end of a pistol to hold.
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His logistics brain catches up with him mid-sentence, as he actually pictures trying to cram any part of his usual lower half into a pair of pants Deacon's size.
"--never mind." He rolls his eyes. It's not a bad idea, seeing if this place has any wearable boiler suits to scavenge, especially since he's in pretty dire need of a new one anyway, but the principle needs correcting first. "You don't owe me anything, you know. I'm not going to assume you'd have done the same for me, but I'd like to think so."
Behold, the power of grudging friendship. And of not remembering any of the times Deacon actually has saved him before, whether in the more existential 'from slavery' sense or the more concrete 'from the Institute' sense or the more mundane 'from raiders and mutants and hostile wildlife and environmental hazards on the journey to the Capital Wasteland' sense. It doesn't make him any less in need of clothing right now, anyway.
"I wouldn't complain if you wanted to look. Just be careful. I can't exactly come back you up yet if something's lurking up there."
Not that Deacon needs to be told this, but it's reflex for Danse to say it to anybody he's working with. He's too accustomed to being the one best equipped to do the protecting, and to commanding people who need the reminder. He's a far cry now from the synth who barely knew which end of a pistol to hold.