#nate fallout

when hancock first met you and your older brother, he thought that the two fo you would be dead within the week, especially stumbling into a place like goodneighbor

he told the neighborhood watch to keep an eye on you two to make sure that no one gave you trouble, especially after your not so great welcome by finn

once the two of you are running around for a while, he truly sees how you're not just some chickens with your head cut off, but intentional about finding nate's son/your nephew

hancock sees how overprotective nate is of you and honestly doesn't blame him, after everything that his family has been through, but it sort of makes you a forbidden fruit for him

he flirts with you at the third rail whenever nate is off talking to maccready with an innuendo slipped in here and there, but nothing more than that really happens, and he doesn't expect it to

until the two of you were caught breaking into his storage room with none other than bobbi no nose

he was tickled pink when the two of you showed loyalty to a mayor you barely knew and talked it out peacefully with bobbi no where to be found afterward, but he was surprised that fahrenheit had given you ashmaker, which your brother immediately took away of course

nate had a shotgun on him at all times while he insisted that you have long-range weapons, you frequently switching between a sniper rifle and your beloved plasma rifle that you had spent so much time and money working on. the only thing that sucked was that the ammo cost an arm and a leg, so you usually had to save it for especially nasty enemies

the two of you went up to hancock's office after the incident and he thanked you both personally, offering to go out with the two of you on the open road to get away for a while

you said yes embarrassingly quickly, which immediately set off alarm bells in nate's mind

however, the two of you were going to have to go into the glowing sea soon and who better to help take you there than a ghoul?

plus nick liked him, so nate was a little more inclined to trust him

he also couldn't resist your puppy dog eyes, begging him to let the poor mayor join you on your journey

and so, the three of you set off after he made his goodbye speech to the town, like a terd of hurdles (herd of turtles, sorry its a family joke)

in your downtime when you're not helping settlements or clearing out buildings of raiders for basically table scraps for the brotherhood, the three of you stop in either trailers or homes that have at least 2 beds so you can rotate on who keeps watch while the others sleep

the three of you talk around a campfire, the two of you talking about life before the way and hancock spewing about all the dirty secrets of the people of goodneighbor, it was all in good fun

the way the three of you walked, nate was usually at the front while you and hancock formed a somewhat triangle formation behind him

the three of you usually travel in a comfortable silence, keeping an ear out for any enemies that might be around that you couldn't focus on if you were knee-deep in a conversation

but that's also when you and hancock shared stolen glances at each other, walking too close to one another that your hands brush or your shoulders bump, little moments that had hancock feeling like a little schoolboy with a crush again

of course nate saw none of this as the two of you would straighten out if he showed even an inkling of turning around

nate had been adamant about not doing any drugs, which you called him a hypocrite for since he was basically a drug dealer with how much jet he made on an almost regular basis

he almost had a heart attack the first time he ever saw you smoking a cigarette for god's sake

but with hancock around, he gets more lenient, which you definitely appreciate

plus, hancock is a good drug trip babysitter

the two of you laughed your asses off at nate's first jet high, he was so far gone that he didn't even notice how you fell onto hancock's lap as you clutched your sides

when it's hancock's turn to watch and you can't sleep, the two of you sit together and share a cigarette while nate is snoring away

you feel a tickle in your tummy as you realized it's technically an "indirect kiss", but you make no comment about it. hancock is flirty with everyone, there's no way that what he was saying was genuine to you... right?

over the next week, you find more plasma cartridges in your bag that you swear weren't there before, along with packs of your favorite cigarettes

you're pretty sure you know who the offender is, but you don't say anything. he's probably leaving stuff for nate too right?

as the three of you continue to travel on, the days turn into weeks and you see just how much hancock sticks to his moral code and helping those who can't help themselves

you had never seen anyone so passionate about helping people and wanting to live as authentically as possible, you couldn't help but admire him for it

it was sort of funny, the more your crush grew, the shyer you got around him while the more that hancock fell for you, the more genuine and specific his compliments got

"you really nailed that headshot today" "pork 'n beans has never tasted so good" "is that prewar perfume? how the hell did that glass bottle survive the blast? damn, well it was definitely made for you."

he doesn't use pet names because he KNOWS nate will smack him upside the head, little does he know that nate has been catching onto the two of you catching feelings for one another

nate has a serious talk with you about hancock while he's out bathing and it takes a LOT to wear him down, but he finally says that he trusts your judgment. while he might not like that hancock uses a multitude of drugs, he is a pretty decent guy overall

he still hovers and basically doesn't let the two of you out of his sight after his suspicions are confirmed, but he's been grilling hancock a lot about questions about his life LMAO

anyways, you're too chicken to confess and hancock is too apprehensive of nate to confess, so it goes on in awkwardness for a few days

until hancock gets injured

like BADLY injured

i'm talking knocking on death's door, you had to rush him to doctor amari, serious

you didn't leave his side the whole time she was patching him up, squeezing his hand in yours while holding back tears

when he finally wake up, he gives you a drowsy smile and says, "well damn, i thought i made it to heaven with such a beautiful angel waking me up."

you laughed and finally let your tears flow, a weight off of your chest as you leaned down and finally kissed him

you could feel his breath hitch against your mouth before he returned the kiss, his rough lips pushing back against yours

doctor amari shooed you off him to check his vitals and make sure he was stable, well stable enough for a ghoul before sending him off with a clean bill of health

nate was waiting outside of the memory den for the two of you with his arms crossed and a knowing look on his face

he gave hancock the protective "if you hurt her I'll kill you" speel that you're sure your father would've given him back in the dayand you couldn't help but smile as he reminded you of your fallen family member

you hugged nate tightly and smiled as you felt his arms wrap tightly around you, a silent 'i love you' from him

pulling back and lacing your hand with hancock's, the three of you set off once again into the commonwealth, ready to face whatever was in store for all of you

The tension in the room could be cut with the knife. The two men stare at each other from either side of the table, neither of them moving.

The Paladin, free of his armour, is a hulking mass that the other man knows he can’t charge head on. Nate, the one known as the survivor doesn’t budge from where he is. His dark blue eyes flicker down to the hand cuffs on the table before returning back to the Paladin. Danse’s gaze follows down, eyes widening with the sudden realization before lunging forward.

But Nate is quick, quicker than the bull charging. He jumps forward, grabbing onto the handcuffs before Danse. But that doesn’t stop the Paladin. He climbs over the table before he can even think of formality and tackles Nate to the ground.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Nate bellows out.

He tries to push Danse off of him, but both men lose their footing. The Paladin lands on Nate heavily, pushing all the air from his lungs in one faithful swoop. The survivor wheezes as he wiggles and struggles against Danse. He’s an ex’ military man himself, but his mass is nothing compared to the man atop of him. So, using momentum, he brings his knees in under Danse’s torso and throws the other man off.

The Paladin shouts as he flies through the air for a split second before he lands on his shoulder heavily. Nate takes this moment to squirm away. He gets to his feet, but unfortunately for him he doesn’t get far. He lands on his face as a firm hand is wrapped around his ankle. He kicks and tries to shake it off, but the Paladin holds on.

“Come on, Danse!” Nate shouts. “I’ll get out of your hair! You’ll never see me again!”

The Paladin growls like some dog as he gets his knees under him. The sound makes Nate’s gut flip in a way that he shouldn’t be feeling. Not under these circumstances.  

“That’s not the point!” Danse  

He is so glad that they’re the only ones in the Cambridge Station, because Nate doesn’t think he’d be able to live the look down Rhys would shy his way. Having his Paladin on the floor like this, grappling at him to prevent him from running away.

Nate kicks Danse’s hand away and he’s finally able to get back to his feet. Come on, just down the hall and to the left and he’s got the front door all to himself. He’s still got the handcuffs so if Danse comes near him he’ll handcuff him to something solid. He would love to join the Brotherhood, he really would. The familiarity of it all seems so welcoming. Yet, he has to head to Diamond City. He’s already wasted enough time he. Maybe another time if Danse is still hanging around he’ll come back.

But all that hope is short lived as a firm grip on his leather chest piece grabs him from behind. Nate spins around, unlatching the handcuffs and going for Danse’s wrist. Yet, it doesn’t go that far as Nate’s effort from before. With much more nimble fingers than Nate would have expected, Danse prevents the handcuffs from snapping around his wrist. Instead, he grabs the handcuffs from the survivor and pushes him into the nearest room.

Nate falls over himself and into the cold floor of a jail cell. He flips himself onto his back to try and face Danse, to kick him away like some toddler. But the man is quicker than looks. He grabs Nate’s wrists and pulls the man across the floor as if he weighs nothing. The sound that comes from his throat sounds more on the lines of a chook being kicked than anything close to being human.

It’s not until the click of the handcuffs and the bite of the metal in his skin does he register what Danse has just done. He tries to lower his arms down from above his head but the handcuffs only clank loudly against the lower metal bar of the jail cell. Dark blue eyes widen like saucepans as panic settles into Nate’s gut. Along with something that has him crossing his thigh over his crotch.

“Danse!” Nate shouts. “Let me go! All I said is that I don’t want to join the Brotherhood! Just yet! Lemme think about it!” He yanks on the handcuffs, the metal clashing against the bars loudly. “Come on. Scouts honour. You guys still do that these days? Yes?” He blabbers on.  

The Paladin sighs and he kneels down next to Nate, coming down to his level. His hair is dishevelled and falls over his forehead. Nate licks his lips. If only they had met under different circumstances. Maybe then he wouldn’t be handcuffed on his back in front of this man. He’s too handsome for the wasteland. Or the Brotherhood for that matter.

“I just need you to listen,” Danse pleads.

Nate’s lips thin. “Go on.”

Danse breathes out. “You’re a soldier. Even if it isn’t from this time, you’ve got that in your blood. You know how to handle yourself out there. I saw that determination that many brothers and sisters of the Brotherhood wish they had.” He pauses a moment to rake his hair from his face. “I’m just asking you to give us a chance. We can help you further on your look for your son.”

Nate sucks in a breath. He hadn’t thought of that. His mind was so set on his contacts in Diamond City that using the Brotherhood to look for his son could get him further.

“I can offer you caps,” Danse says more firmly, as if he didn’t want it to come to the prospect of money. “I don’t have much else.”

The survivor’s brows furrow deeply. Trying to keep him around with money. He could use the caps, he doesn’t fully understand the value of them in this time but he isn’t stupid. But…

“I don’t want your caps,” Nate snaps.

Danse sighs. “I need the extra man, and I want to be your sponsor. What is it you want in return?”

Nate feels his cheeks suddenly flush red. His gaze flicks up and down Danse’s body, swallowing thickly at the thought. No, he shouldn’t. That would be unethical. Would Danse even…

The silence goes on a for a little too long and the Paladin lets out a ragged sigh. He stands to his full height and Nate’s heart flips at the sudden thought of being left alone here.

“I’ll let you think for a moment, but-“

Nate cuts him off with a loud, “Wait!”

A little too loud and desperate for his own liking that he cringes inwards. He feels so exposed right now. Danse looks down at him with a raised, scarred brow. And that look alone sends a shiver down Nate’s spine. He’s literally belly up, feeling like he’s about to be properly and thoroughly gutted for what he’s about to ask.

From the first time Nate had laid eyes on him, the want had been there. He had spent so long helping Preston out with his milk runs to lessen the salt in his wounds before heading out to Diamond City that he had almost lost track of time. Preston is a kind man and all, but he’s a big softie. And not what Nate went for when he wanted his needs met in his time in the military.

Nora knew of Nate’s antics. It almost became a game at one point before they properly settled down. A game of how high up Nate could go in the ranks to lay in his bed before he was caught or improperly discharged. Never happened though. Was never caught. And the thrill he got off it was enough to keep him going. But like Nora had done, she had brought him down to earth after a close call.

But, why not bring the game up again. And the title of Paladin seems to be a high enough rank to set the bar. He wonders if Danse has thought of him in the same lighting.

He spreads his legs a tad, arching his back up slightly to make a show of himself. “How about you show me what you’ve got, and I’ll consider joining. If you’re good,” he speaks deeply with a sly grin upon his lips.

Danse’s brows furrow and he looks at Nate with utter confusion. “What?” The Paladin mutters out.

Nate blinks. He can’t be… No. He can’t be this dense. Can he? All that brawn and no brains? Or can’t pick up a que for the life of him. No wonder Haylen seems to be drowning in a tide of her own making.

But Danse isn’t dense. He’s just, worried he’s reading the cues wrong. Is Nate truly, asking him what he thinks he’s asking? He knows for a fact that others in the Brotherhood seek out intimacy with others in the fold on a regular basis, but having it offered his way.

It isn’t uncommon. Haylen has tried in the past and he’s just played the dumb card, and it seems to be working so far.

He isn’t blind to the way that Nate has been looking at him. As if he’s a piece of eye candy. And he didn’t want to fall for that. He’s a Paladin. He’s got a reputation. Yet he did send out Rhys and Haylen so he could talk to Nate alone so that he could join the Brotherhood. And he isn’t stupid to see that Nate is a handsome man. There’s a reason he’s so needy to have Nate by his side. Yes, he wants his skill set but there may be a niggling crush that started a few weeks back.

His eyes drag down Nate’s body again, noticing the bulge in the vault suit. He swallows thickly. Nate squirms where he is, suddenly becoming flustered and nervous. Danse’s silence is taken as a negative thing.

The Paladin steps closer to Nate so that he’s standing in front of him. Nate stills at Danse’s towering form, looking blankly up at him. Curious as to what he’s going to do or say.

Danse’s next words come as a bit of surprise to the survivor. “So how would a good time look to you?”

Nate’s eyes widen a tad. So, the Paladin knows how to have a little fun? Doesn’t have a rod shoved up his ass at all times. A sly grin comes across Nate’s face as he looks Danse up and down again.

“I do wonder if things have changed much in the two hundred years I’ve been on ice. Does the Brotherhood-“

Nate is rudely cut off when Danse kicks his legs apart with a boot. The survivor breathes in deeply when Danse kneels down, ass on heels, in between his open legs. The Paladin looks to him with a raised scarred brow, tapping a finger to Nate’s lower thigh.

“You must stop talking about the Brotherhood as if we’re some virgin Marys.” Danse hums. “I don’t think that much has changed in the two hundred years on ice.”

Nate rolls his eyes. “And yet somehow Christianity survived.”

Danse chuckles lightly which is a sound that Nate rolls in. But it’s short lived when the Paladin reaches forward and grabs his knife out of its sheathe on Nate’s chest. The survivor gawks and gawks even further when Danse cuts away at his vault suit around his hips.

“WOAH THERE BESSY!” Nate screams, trying his best sit up but doesn’t get far with the handcuffs. All he does is flap around like a wet fish. Danse scowls as he holds the man down by the hips, his grip deathly. “You’re ruining my vault suit! It’s the only thing I have to wear!” Nate shouts even though its futile as Danse continues to cut away at the blue fabric from his crotch.

It becomes very clear that all this rough handling has gotten to Nate. Gotten him all excited down there that he’s already half hard. Nate bites his lips, watching Danse’s large hands use his own knife on him. He can’t even blame it on the cryo-freeze for his fucked up way of thinking. He was like this before.

“You won’t need this,” Danse comments as he twirls the knife in hand. “I have a Brotherhood uniform you’ll be put in.”

Nate can’t help but look at him wide eyed before laughing softly to himself, finding it all humorous. “You seem confident in your abilities of a good lay,” he chortles.

Danse can’t help the smile that forms on his rugged features. A shiver runs down Nate’s spine, curiosity now peaked.

“So, you ripped everyone’s clothes off as foreplay?” Nate asks as he lets his legs fall open wider.

Finally, a flush of red tips at the Paladin’s ears and for a second, he looks at Nate with wide eyes. But he composes himself all the quicker. He wonders if Danse’s heart is just as loud as Nate’s in his ears. He ignores the survivors jab, and instead setting the knife down and away from harming either of them. He begins undoing the collar of his uniform, undoing the small buckle that holds it all together. Nate watches hungrily as Danse unzips himself from the confides of the orange material revealing the muscle the wasteland has gifted him.

Hauling himself around in the power armour all hours of every day has been a blessing in disguise. His large pecs are covered in thick hair and it runs all the way down his stomach. Nate’s eyes follow Danse’s hands as he shrugs his uniform off his broad shoulders. The tightness of the uniform wasn’t lying. There is a Greek statue underneath. It’s too bad his hands are cuffed at the moment because he wants to touch Danse so badly right now.

“I’ve got gun oil in my satchel,” Nate utters out before Danse can lay any hands on him. “I would grab it but.” He makes a show of clanging his handcuffs against the bars.

“I know,” Danse says as he rummages into the satchel. He comes out with a small bottle that Nate was saving for his rifle, but it’s needed for better uses right now.

“You could let me go,” Nate comments.

The Paladin looks to him with a cocky expression. “I know,” he repeats himself.

Nate only huffs at that, but his annoyance is cut short when an oiled hand wraps around his cock. He hisses through his teeth, having finally being touched after all this talking. He pants lightly as Danse works him to a full erection, his gaze focused solely on the task at hand. He twists his wrist and even thumbs at the head of Nate’s cock, working up to a quickening pace.

Nate collects himself the best he can, his next words shaky, “A hand job isn’t going to get me all that convinced to follow you to the Brotherhood.”

“Were you discharged?” Danse suddenly asks, his dark eyes flicking up to Nate. He keeps his pace on the survivor, unwavering.

“No,” Nate bites back a groan. “I was given leave on my own accord.”

Danse hums at that. As if not believing it himself. Yet it’s true. Nate is just one lucky bastard he’ll give himself that. His entire time in the military was one lucky shot after another. Maybe he just has that on his side, luck.

“Was your time serving a negative one?” Danse asks. “Does that notion to your hesitance to let me sponsor you?”

Nate’s close and he really wishes the Paladin would shut up with these questions so that he can concentrate. He pulls on the handcuffs, letting the metal cut into his skin.

“No. Maybe.” Nate squeezes his eyes shut. “Wasn’t the most pleasant time on the battlefield but who would love getting shot at, aye?”

Danse hums again and Nate swears to God if he does that again he’s going to snap.

“Is this your go to sex talk?” Nate asks through a groan. “Talk of war and shit?”

“Do you ever shut up?” Danse snaps.

That makes the survivor snap his mouth shut. But his silence does not last long as a slicked finger enters his ass without warning. His back arches off the ground slightly at first, but he becomes the full on bridge of London when a second is quickly added and nudges at his prostate. Nate gasps loudly, whining and keening as Danse prods and fucks his two fingers into him all while in pace with jerking the survivor off.

Nate recovers the best he can, panting as he straightens himself up. Danse’s hands follow him through his squirming though, not letting up once.

“You’re the one asking all the question, Danse,” Nate whines out.

The Paladin only raises a scarred brow at that. Nate gives up and slams the back of his head against the floor. His hips rut up, twitching and fluttering upwards. He’s close. If Danse just-

Everything stops and Nate finds himself whining out before he can stop himself. He looks at Danse wide eyed who in return, has a prideful grin on his features. Something rare to see on the Paladin.

“Danse, now this is just torture,” Nate grimaces, his cock throbbing.

“A big thing in the Brotherhood to be taught, is patience,” Danse decides a lesson now is the best time.

The survivor slams his head against the floor again with a loud groan. Maybe he should’ve tried to get out of here earlier. Trusted his gut to not get caught up in the handsome man in a big power suit. He’s got a type, sue him.

But Nate comes back to reality when he feels the head of Danse’s cock brush against his ass. He shivers as he looks up again. He exhales shakily, flinching ever so slightly back as Danse towers over him. He hooks Nate’s hips onto his own and folds the man up slightly. Nate swallows thickly, allowing himself to be manoeuvred around.

Danse’s cock sits next to his and he can’t help but stare. The Gods have favourites and Danse is one of them. He has at least two inches on top of Nate and an upwards curve that the survivor lacks.

“Staring is something we beat out of the Initiates very early on,” Danse comments, causing Nate’s gaze to quickly flick up to meet his. “We can start now if you want?”

“You haven’t shown me a good time yet, Danse. I’m not joining just yet,” Nate bites back with a cocky grin. “All you’ve done is jerk me around and show off your cock.”

Danse’s ears flush a bright red, but he keeps his composure. “Like I said, patience is a key factor within the Brotherhood.”

Nate grimaces as the Paladin shifts slightly, his cock moving against his own. He’s so sensitive every single touch makes him flinch and hic.

“I haven’t even joined up yet,” Nate huffs, slowly losing the fight.

“I’m a good sense of character.”

The survivor finally snaps, his voice much weaker than he intends it to be. “Danse! I swear to God if you don’t fuck me right now or do something I’m going to break my thumbs out of these cuffs! Please! Danse, just- please…”

Somehow, the Paladin’s ears fluff an even brighter red. “We’ll have to work on your manners as well,” he comments.

“I’ll work on that later,” Nate whines, his head becoming light. God he’s hitting a delirious state and Danse hasn’t even stuck his cock in yet.

“Later?”

“DANSE!”

With a soft chuckle, Danse grabs the base of his cock and lines it up to Nate’s entrance. The survivor holds his breath as he feels the head enter with only a little resistance. He clenches his hands into fists as Danse pulls out slightly to thrust in a little further. The further he pushes in, the less air Nate is able to suck in. He breathes shallowly, half of his exhales being pure moans as Danse thrusts in further inch by inch. With a little more gun oil that makes Nate flinch a little, the Paladin is able to bottom out.

There’s a feeble sting but the way that Danse fills him out is enough to make Nate wordless. He can’t even form words as Danse fucks into him from this angle, almost folded in half and unable to touch the man above him. He’s never had anyone as big as Danse and it makes Nate wonder if he should’ve gone out of his way to do so. Cause the Paladin’s cock hits stuff that haven’t been touched before.

He keens and twitches with each pass over his prostate. It feels like sparks lighting up his insides with each thrust. Danse keeps his hand beside Nate’s head as he used his body to him in his place with his head bowed between his shoulders. Nate’s cock goes untouched though and it’s driving him inside. His tip touches his stomach but its not enough. He needs more.

“D- ah- ah-Danse,” Nate stutters out. “Pleas- ah! Touch me-e- nghah- hah- please…”

Dark brown eyes meet his own and Nate shivers violently. He’s so close that he physically shakes. He wants to touch Danse but these goddamn handcuffs, he tugs on them again to hear the loud clang, an awful reminder.

“I want you to come just by me, and only me,” Danse orders, his drive unstopping.

The noise that comes from Nate’s mouth is something that is unmasculine. He shakes his head, forcing himself to look up at the ceiling again.

“Come on, Nate.”

Danse grabs his face, squishing his cheeks and making him look back to the Paladin. Nate huffs loudly, unable to make any words.

“I’ve seen you fight,” Danse continues. “Follow orders. You can do this for me just as well as outside these doors.”

Nates face is let go and Danse shifts him higher so that his knees are pressing against his chest. The new angle has Danse driving right into that delicious bundle of nerves with each pass. Nate tries to hide his face into his shoulder the best he can, each moan and pant muffled into his vault suit.

“Da- Danse.”

“Come for me, and the Brotherhood will just be like this if you let me sponsor you.”

“Yes. Yes,” Nate rambles out without even realizing.

Danse’s words jostle around Nate’s numb mind, and as much as the survivor wants to let this moment last a little bit longer, he can’t. He can’t. He cries out loudly as he comes onto his stomach, hot and sticky. His whole body spasms in the Paladin’s hold and he feels like he’s just been shot with electricity. He clenches down around Danse who stutters in his movements. And that seems to send him over the edge as well. He can’t retreat out of Nate fast enough before he’s coming inside of him.

Seems like the Paladin was trying to hold off as long as possible as well.

Nate shakes and pants loudly where he is. His mind is numb, and he keeps his eyes squeezed shut. He whines when Danse pulls out, as if missing him already. He doesn’t even register Danse putting him back down onto the floor until the Paladin is standing above him. With wide, dark blue eyes he watches the Paladin walk off and out of the room.

He blinks and licks his lips. No way. No way he just got fucked to high heaven, had probably the best orgasms in a long time and has just been left cuffed to a two-hundred-year-old jail cell.

Nate clears his throat before shouting, “DANSE!?”

He doesn’t get a response back and he feels his gut sink. He’s still shaking, as if coming down from some drug high. So much for joining the Brotherhood! That double crossing fu-

Danse comes back into the room with a soft, “Sorry.”

He holds a Brotherhood of Steel uniform in hand and sets it down beside Nate. He’s done up his own uniform, hiding away that Greek statue structure.

“Are you joining?” Danse asks with his big brown eyes staring directly into Nate’s like some lost pup. If Nate gets to see those browns every time after sex, than sign him up. But one can’t blame him for being a tease.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t fully convinced there,” Nate grins sheepishly. “Might have to go another round or two.”

Danse makes an act to stand up and leave again.

“NO!” Nate shouts suddenly. “I’M JOKING! DANSE! DON’T YOU LEAVE ME HERE YOU-“

He stops when Danse raised a scarred brow his way.

“I’ll join.” Nate stumbles out. “I’ll join your merry crew and let you sponsor me,” he blurts out.

That earns him a soft smile from the Paladin. “Wasn’t that hard now was it?”

Nate scoffs, trying to sink into the floor the best he can. “Do you have the key?” He grumbles out.

At this, Danse’s smile falls from his face and his brows furrow. “I thought you had the key.”

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