Isn't that interesting... Deacon gives his fellow Wastelander a confused smirk, because he's certain that Danse has not had even an inkling of a sense of humor since they'd reunited met, and it's a positive change of pace that puts him at ease. It's taken at face-value, of course, for the joke that it is. If he's going to be stuck some place and the only person he recognizes is Paladin Danse, it's a relief to be able to volley that sort of thing back and forth between them.
"Well... I don't think I'd have gotten the chance before. It's nice to see you've shed your exoskeleton." Deacon's tone is dry, but he is genuinely pleased to find Danse has abandoned the power armor that tied him to the Brotherhood. Even if it probably would have been useful in this place.
After the ordeal with the vehicle and everything is looking right-as-rain, he's feeling the same sort of excitement one does when happening upon a particularly good stache. Or any particularly interesting Old World widget. It's enough of a distraction to push those images of Danse's past from his mind, which is good, because the other man moves within close range again.
Deacon nudges him with the back of his forearm, a silent 'thank you' if it could be perceived as one, and then he steps toward the door. "Let's sate that curiosity of yours, friend," he replies, purposely picking that word in hopes that it tells Danse everything he needs to know; Deacon is offering the olive branch here. There are no hard feelings from their days spent with opposing factions. Danse is a synth, after all, and even if Deacon hadn't always thought him a stand-up guy, Deacon's mission is to protect and save people just like him.
He pries open the door and nods inside. "I haven't really looked inside yet. Come on, I'll let you call dibs on something you like for helping me out."
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reunitedmet, and it's a positive change of pace that puts him at ease. It's taken at face-value, of course, for the joke that it is. If he's going to be stuck some place and the only person he recognizes is Paladin Danse, it's a relief to be able to volley that sort of thing back and forth between them."Well... I don't think I'd have gotten the chance before. It's nice to see you've shed your exoskeleton." Deacon's tone is dry, but he is genuinely pleased to find Danse has abandoned the power armor that tied him to the Brotherhood. Even if it probably would have been useful in this place.
After the ordeal with the vehicle and everything is looking right-as-rain, he's feeling the same sort of excitement one does when happening upon a particularly good stache. Or any particularly interesting Old World widget. It's enough of a distraction to push those images of Danse's past from his mind, which is good, because the other man moves within close range again.
Deacon nudges him with the back of his forearm, a silent 'thank you' if it could be perceived as one, and then he steps toward the door. "Let's sate that curiosity of yours, friend," he replies, purposely picking that word in hopes that it tells Danse everything he needs to know; Deacon is offering the olive branch here. There are no hard feelings from their days spent with opposing factions. Danse is a synth, after all, and even if Deacon hadn't always thought him a stand-up guy, Deacon's mission is to protect and save people just like him.
He pries open the door and nods inside. "I haven't really looked inside yet. Come on, I'll let you call dibs on something you like for helping me out."