"I said," he responds to the nearly unsaid word. "I told you a few times by now. I just told you again. I love you, Neil Park, the fucking Lone Wanderer, savior of the fucking Capital Wasteland despite their fucking retarded bullshit about it. I care about you--me. I'm asking you, kid, please--"

Fucking don't do this to me again.

He takes a minute. Inhales. Swallows it down, like he told Neil to. "...Just promise me."