companions react to say a drunken sole revealing their parents were abusive as fuck and getting upset and emotional about it
Trigger warning for mention/discussion of abuse.
Cait: She understands all too well. But the only way she knows how to deal with those feelings is with substance abuse. She sits Sole down with an assortment of drugs and pours them both a glass of liquor, pausing to take a swig from the bottle before setting it aside. “It doesn’t go away,” she states, more serious than Sole has ever seen her. “But they’re fuckin’ dead now, and we’re not. Now we drink ‘til we forget they ever existed. Sláinte.”
Codsworth: “Oh, Mx. Sole…” He was programmed with the knowledge of how to deal with Sole’s particular issues, but hadn’t ever thought to wonder what caused those issues. Codsworth speaks gently as he escorts Sole to bed, holding their hair back when they vomit and tucking them in. He has hangover cures in the morning, and a hot bath prepared. “Good morning, Mx. Sole,” he says. “Ready to face a new day?”
Curie: She listens as Sole sobs out their trauma, and when they’re more coherent, she speaks. “I have never thought I could hate someone,” she says, a delicate furrow to her brow. “But I believe I may hate your parents, even if that is a terrible thing to say.” She shakes her head, and leans forward to place her hand over Sole’s. “I do not know how much help I can give, but as your nurse, and as your friend, I will help you, however you will let me.”
Danse: Normally he doesn’t care for inebriation. “Sole, this behavior is not-” But this time, he sees Sole’s eyes. Sees the years of struggling and crying, of burying terrible things deep inside oneself to try and cope. He makes a choked, angry noise, and rushes forward to hold them close. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs into their hair. “So sorry, Sole.” He doesn’t know what else to say. He hugs tighter, whispering those words over again, trying to drown out Sole’s demons.
Deacon: He struggles, for a moment, to find the right answer, the right joke or piece of advice to make it all better. That evades him, and he sighs, taking a breath and speaking honestly - for once. “I hate to see you beat yourself up like this, boss. Whatever they did to you, they don’t own you. You gotta remember that. Everything you’ve done, here, now? Shows you don’t need to be scared. They have no power over you. You’re safe.”
Dogmeat: At first he thinks Sole’s agitated movements are a sign of play. But when Sole starts to cry, he understands, ears drooping as he whines, bumping his nose against their leg. He doesn’t leave their side, pacing around them in circles and making noises at them until they stop and pet him. Then he jumps up and licks their face, trying to get rid of their salty tears, trying to distract them from whatever’s made them sad.
Hancock: At first, an irrational rage takes him. Anybody who’d hurt a kid like that - let alone Sole like that - deserves an immediate stabbing. But comforting Sole takes precedent. “Hey, now. Come on.” He takes their cheek in one rough hand, pulling them to him with the other. “What do some bastards from two hundred years ago matter. You and me? We got the whole world ahead of us. I won’t let anybody hurt you.”
Nick Valentine: “Alright, I think that’s enough of that.” He takes away the liquor despite Sole’s protests, taking them home with a hand on their back. “Guess it was only a matter of time before you confessed - and yes, I had an inkling.” He gives them a gentle, bittersweet smile, ruffling their hair with his claw. “Let’s get you to bed, kid. We can talk about this tomorrow.” He sighs, shaking his head. “Sometimes I can’t stand how Justice is so fickle.”
MacCready: “Goddamn.” For a moment, he forgets not to swear. “I’ve heard of Commonwealth discipline, but… Jesus. That’s a little much.” He shakes his head, awkwardly reaching over to rest his hand on Sole’s shoulder. “That sucks. I, uh… I never really had parents, so I don’t know what that’d be like, but. That doesn’t deserve to happen to anybody.” He presses his lips together, and holds up a liquor bottle. “What do you say we get even more drunk?”
Piper: Tears appear in the corner of her eyes, and she comes forward, gripping Sole in a tight hug. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Sole. I can’t believe something like that happened to you.” She’s not sure what to do in this kind of situation, but she insists on doing something for Sole. “Come on, Blue. Anything. We gotta do something positive together. Gotta show those bastards that we’re better than them. We gotta try and be happy.”
Preston: He nods solemnly. “A lot of the young kids who joined the Minutemen had home lives like that,” he says. “They joined up to get away from their parents. I can’t imagine what it was like having to live through that, Sole. I’m sorry. If there’s anything I can do, you let me know.” He gives a weak chuckle, observing Sole’s drunken form. “If you remember this in the morning, that is. … I will, though. I won’t forget.”
Strong: PARENTS? ABUSE? Super Mutants have no concept of family aside from all other mutants being their ‘brothers.’ But that’s more in a clan sense than a family unit sense. Sole goes on and on, slurring their words the more they drink, and Strong isn’t sure what they mean by all this, but nods when Sole looks at him for input. That’s the best he can do.
X6-88: “I understand.” He stares blankly at them as Sole lifts their head, surprise showing through their drunken stupor. X6 hesitates, displaying a rare emotion. “Courser training procedures are… intense,” he says at last. He offers no other explanation, but. Perhaps that is enough. Sole nods, slowly, and gestures to the seat next to them, taking out another glass as if to pour into it. X6 nods in turn, takes the seat, and they drink, quietly, together.