The questions gave the Ghoul pause for a moment, the steady scratch of knife against wood stilling for a moment before he exhaled a quiet sigh and flipped the pocket knife closed. Didn't much care for how close it all hit to home, and he'd had 200 years to find the damn answer and here he was. Still fuckin' looking. Should've just kept his own trap shut and let her brood.
"Like I told you, sweetheart. There's what a fella does, and what he says he does." He laid his hand on Dogmeat's head and absently scritched the bristly fur on the back of her neck. "But sooner or later they gon' show you who they are. And when they do, you believe 'em."
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Date: 2024-05-03 03:44 pm (UTC)"Like I told you, sweetheart. There's what a fella does, and what he says he does." He laid his hand on Dogmeat's head and absently scritched the bristly fur on the back of her neck. "But sooner or later they gon' show you who they are. And when they do, you believe 'em."