fallout 4 companion reacts

F!sole hurting themself

Curie: “Sole? Where are you?” Curie had just woken up and is ready to take her turn on watch duty so that Sole may get some rest too. She sleepily rubs her eyes and peers around. She spots Sole’s silhouette, scrambling around. Curie’s curiosity peaks and she crawls over to them, “Sole? What are you trying to hide?” They rush to shove something in their bag. A faint stream of moonlight fills in through a crack in the boarded up window in front of Sole, illuminating her and exposing Curie’s sight to her bloodied arm. Curie springs into action, ripping open Sole’s bag. As she pulls out the medkit something clatters out and onto the floor. She pauses and examines it, gasping in shock. It’s a small switchblade, open and stained with fresh blood. She whips around to Sole, finding her shamefully staring at the ground. Her arms are limp at her sides and Curie sees the newly carved lines across the wrist of her left arm. She slowly shuffles over to Sole and gently takes hold of her hand. She brings Sole’s arm closer and opens the medkit with her other hand. She takes the alcohol swabs out and rips them open with her teeth. She goes to clean Sole’s self inflicted wounds but hesitates, “This will sting.” Sole just nods numbly and Curie carefully wipes at the cuts. Sole barely even reacts. As Curie is wrapping her arm she notices all the other previous scars and sighs, “I am sorry that I have failed you.” Sole peers up at her and Curie sees her tears, “What? You haven’t failed me… I’m just- It’s just my way of coping.” Curie nods and ties off the bandages. She sits back on her heels and toys with her hands, “Is there anything I can do to aid you? I know I am not very good at helping beyond the scientific, but I care for you, Sole. I don’t want you to do this anymore.” Sole’s face scrunched as she tries to ward off a sob, but the mask cracks and the dam bursts. Before she is able to stop herself, she is racked with weeps and reaches out to Curie. Curie is quick to embrace Sole, wrapping her arms around her tightly and petting her hair affectionately, “We will get you through this, I promise.”

Cait: Cait stretches her appendages as she rises from her lumpy couch she was snoozing on. She yawns and cracks her neck. The familiar sound of her stomach rumbling motivates her to leave her home and seek out Sole, she loves her cooking. She doesn’t bother knocking as she shambles in to Sole’s home. She goes to call out for Sole but stops dead in her tracks, seeing Sole hurting herself. Sole yelps in surprise and tries to turn away from Cait, but Cait is quick on her feet and sprints over. She knocks the blade from Sole’s hand and grabs her by the shoulders, “The hell you think yer doing?!” Sole’s eyes gloss over with tears and her voice cracks, “I’m sorry.” Cait wretches Sole into her body, holding her tightly, “Don’t ever do this again, ever. Ya hear me?” Sole nods into the crook of Cait’s neck, her tears soaking into Cait’s red locks. Cait sighs and releases Sole, “You helped me, now let me help you. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Danse: Stepping out of his power armor, he nods to the on staff mechanic that will be running maintenance on his armor. He turns away and decides that he’d better turn in for the night, knowing him and Sole have an early reporting mission tomorrow. He makes his way up the stairs of the Prydwen and to the deck housing the quarters. He passes Sole’s door and something tugs at his instincts, something is wrong. He debates on if he should just ignore it and go to bed, but he knows the feeling will nag him into insomnia. He gently raps on her door, listening closely for her light footfall. Her door opens but only ajar, and she peaks out, “Danse? Is there something you need?” That’s when he smells it, the familiar metallic scent of fresh blood, “Are you alright? Are you injured?” Sole’s eyes widen and she hides even more so behind the door, “I-I’m fine, I’m just… rebandaging an old wound.” Danse frowns and goes to push the door open, but she stands her ground, “Sole, if you need medical attention I’m more than willing to escort you to the medbay.” Sole panics and lets go of the door, “N-no! Please, I don’t want people to know.” Danse arcs a brow and attempts to open the door again. She lets him but turns away, almost like she’s hiding something, “Know what? That you’re injured? I can assure you that no one… will…” He trails off at the sight of her forearm. It’s covered in clotting cuts as well as scarring from ones before. His face softens and he steps inside her room, gently shutting the door behind him. He takes her by her hand, gently and minding her wounds. He guides her over to her bed and sits her down, seating himself next to her. He pulls her into his side, “How long have you been doing this?” She just shrugs, drawing circles into the material on her thigh with her fingertip. He sighs and leans his head onto hers, “I know I may not seem like someone that understands, but I do and I want you to know that this isn’t worth it. You are stronger than this, I know you are. Please, the next time you feel the urge to harm yourself, tell me so that I may try and help you. I care, Sole.”