Romanced Hancock and Danse! F! SS finding Fraternal Post 115. She's fallen for her companion but is reminded this is where she and Nate were going night the bombs fell. She breaks down and starts crying about life before the war. Let's get fluffy!
When Nora starts crying, it’s quiet. Her shoulders are hunched up and her back is to Danse while he looks around the main hall, doing a quick once over of the post before he turns to go back to her. “All clear, soldier,” he reassures her, and it’s then that he hears her crying over the crackling of the fire from the barrel in the center. Danse disengages his power armor pretty quickly after that, stepping out of it and approaching Nora from behind. She almost jumps when she feels his arms fold around her abdomen, but instead she just starts crying harder. She doesn’t mean to be, because she knows that was over 210 years ago, and it’s damn pointless to cry about it now, but she can’t help it. All she can imagine is Nate standing in front of the mirror and smiling back at her on the morning the bombs dropped. They were supposed to be here, and he was supposed to be smiling at her just like that again. But instead, he’s still in Vault 111, and she can’t stop crying. After a few minutes, she’s turned around to press her face into Danse’s shoulder, and he’s rubbing her back, repeating ‘it’s okay’ and similar phrases to her under his breath. As she manages to calm down, she whispers “I miss what we had. I miss the world- I miss him,” and as much as it hits Danse to hear it, he thinks he can understand, and he just nods before calmly suggesting that maybe they should go back to Sanctuary- Shaun’s probably waiting for her to get home.
They’re just wandering along the streets when Nora’s gaze falls onto the building. It takes her a solid second before she recognizes why it looks familiar, and her stomach does a flip. By this point, Hancock’s backtracked a few steps upon noticing that Nora’s not by his side like usual, and he almost asks if she’s alright before he notices that he’s got this look on her face- almost like it’s scrunched up and she’s trying not to show just how clearly upset she is. Before he can say anything, she’s opening the door and lifting her gun, ready to clear out whatever the fuck’s been plaguing the place for the last two hundred years. After quite a bit of fighting and stimpaks, they’re in the main hall and Nora’s behind the podium. She looks like a mess as it is, but as soon as she croaks out “War– War never changes,” she’s got that look that just says she’s been through hell and back. When she steps away from it, Hancock’s already striding up to her to wrap her in a hug. She ducks into it, almost embarrassed when she starts crying, but he seems to be fine with it, defaulting to rubbing her back before he asks her if she wants to get out of there. It’s already cleared out, and they can come back again sometime if she wants, but she shakes her head. “All of that’s gone now,” she reassures him. “I miss him. God, I miss him, but it was a long time ago, and I have you now, right?” Hancock gives her this big crooked grin and wipes away her tears before he tugs back and grabs her hand. “What do you say we get out of here and grab a few drinks, then? There’s nothing wrong with relaxing.”