If Deacon was really honest with himself (which he isn't; he can't be honest with anyone with any regularity), he'd admit that his charades were pointless in the convoy. He wasn't involved in any secret mission, and outside of Danse and Nora, who both knew who he was and what he was involved in, not a soul would care about Deacon's habits back home. But Deacon acts this way out of habit, and he doesn't know anyone else enough to trust them too deeply, so why bother being seen as vulnerable? Relationships can be exploited, after all.
With a scoff, Jane's head whips around to him again, eyebrows raised above her shades. "Why? You offering up a ride?"
They all do things here that aren't necessary, that aren't their jobs anymore, clinging to mindsets and patterns from the past because it's just about all any of them have left from home. Danse might not be generally inclined to condone Deacon's particular ingrained habits of shadow-hiding and track-covering, but nobody's being harmed here, either--except maybe Deacon himself, but this is all far too new and cautious and tentative for Danse to feel like he should prod at that.
There are perhaps other things he's being invited to prod at, and he turns his attention to this particularly provocative wording. "That depends what kind of ride you're talking about," he says, back to trying to conceal his tantalized amusement behind his usual clipped bark, and only managing it halfway. "If you want to go piggyback, that's a pretty big ask without my power armor, but I guess I could haul you for a little while."
He doubts this is the kind of ride Jane meant, but wonders if the offer might get taken up anyway.
Deacon likes the little banter they get into, the way Danse tries to play things cool, the way he sometimes blushes despite himself, or how even if he doesn't, his tail gives him away. A spin on Doe's heel has her walking backwards, smiling cheekily at Danse as he replies.
"That wouldn't be seated now, would it?" A question she doesn't really want the answer to, because its purpose was to subtly assure him that the proposition was for another time, one where she might explore a few different takes on the concept.
"You're injured, anyway. You'll have plenty excuse to expend energy later.
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With a scoff, Jane's head whips around to him again, eyebrows raised above her shades. "Why? You offering up a ride?"
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There are perhaps other things he's being invited to prod at, and he turns his attention to this particularly provocative wording. "That depends what kind of ride you're talking about," he says, back to trying to conceal his tantalized amusement behind his usual clipped bark, and only managing it halfway. "If you want to go piggyback, that's a pretty big ask without my power armor, but I guess I could haul you for a little while."
He doubts this is the kind of ride Jane meant, but wonders if the offer might get taken up anyway.
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"That wouldn't be seated now, would it?" A question she doesn't really want the answer to, because its purpose was to subtly assure him that the proposition was for another time, one where she might explore a few different takes on the concept.
"You're injured, anyway. You'll have plenty excuse to expend energy later.