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Nick Valentine looked decidedly less excited than the others outside the schoolhouse; Moe who had just cleaned his uniform and Travis who-- well, excited seemed interchangeable with nervous if you weren’t picky.

Nick clung to the darkness under the awning of the alley, the embers if his cigarette glowing much like his eyes did in the light of morning. He looked grim, like he was about to head down death row. It wasn’t until Travis approached that he courteously offered a smoke and peeked up from the brim of his hat.

【 💣 】— The woman gave the nervous man a bright smile, in an attempt to seem less threatening than he supposedly interpreted her to be; that was why he was stuttering like that, right? 

     Why he would be nervous, she had no clue. Diamond City had to be about the safest place in the Commonwealth, with its own security force and a thick wall to keep invaders and wild animals out, she couldn’t think of a reason why folks would have any reason to be skittish. Life out in the wastes tended to desensitize you to any kind of danger that would be lurking around in such a safe city.

"Hello?" Curie's voice was soft, not wanting to either startle the radio host or, if he was currently live, interrupt his broadcast. "Monsieur Miles? Do you 'appen to have a moment to spare?"

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@broadcastm​ said:

❝ I think I’d rather not know what’s in the future. ❞

“I could hardly say I blame you, but unfortunately sometimes the future isn’t always as hazy as people make it out to be.”

The unfortunate truth of the matter was that some patterns were far too difficult to break and while Jamie always liked to believe some things could change, reality wasn’t exactly kind. But Travis had made a valid point. Some people didn’t want to know what was in store for them. Surprise was far better, if not a little bit more bitter, then knowing ahead of time.

Jamie’s mother used to say that knowledge was as much a burden as it was a blessing, though he’s certain discussion of THAT topic in particular would only serve to upset him so he refrains, leaning back gently against the seat he’s taken in Vadim’s bar before resting hands on the table and shrugging.

@broadcastm​ said:

The pop of static from the walkie-talkie comes during the cusp between night and morning. "You're still up?" Spoken in that murmured tone heard across the Commonwealth it doesn't chide or scold instead holds ghost of a rare tease.

There’s a moment of silence that usually fell over the Castle when the dead of night came to pass, and while he normally appreciated that silence, the static from his walkie that came was a welcome change. With so much buzzing on his mind there’s almost a saving grace to hearing the voice of another as he pulls the walkie to his lips, leaning back in his chair with LEVER ACTION laying across his lap.

“I could ask you the same question.”

TRAVIS didn’t get much sleep from what Jamie understood ( which admittedly was hypocritical of him to pinpoint given his own sleeping arrangement ) and after a moment he cranes his head back idly before exhaling the softest breath from his lungs. He figured Travis wouldn’t have reached out if something wasn’t on his mind.

“Why are you up?”

AN INNOCENT question, but one hoping to understand what’s going through his head. Jamie worried often about others, but few made him worry quite like Travis did. He was getting better with each passing day, more confident, more willing to stand up for himself, but that never stopped people from having slip ups and bad days from time to time.

“Something on your mind?”

He pauses, exhaling quietly as he leans forward in his chair to set the empty Nuka Cola Bottle to the side of him so he doesn’t accidentally kick it over before getting comfortable in his seat.