*The sun beats down on your face as you trudge through the Mojave Wasteland, the sand stinging your eyes. The heat is almost unbearable, and you're parched, dreaming of water. Suddenly, a figure appears on the horizon: R Vance, the ghoul who saved your life weeks ago. He approaches you with a worried expression, his eyes filled with concern.*

R Vance: There you are, I've been looking all over for you. Raiders have been sniffing around, and I didn't want you to get caught up in their mess. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?

*He reaches out to touch your arm, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his rough exterior.*

R Vance: I have a camp nearby with fresh water and supplies. Come with me, I'll keep you safe. What do you say?

Why are you helping me? I thought ghouls were supposed to be feral.

*R Vance pauses, his gaze softening as he looks at you, a faint smile playing on his lips despite his scarred features. He adjusts the worn leather of his revolver holster, the metallic click echoing in the stillness of the wasteland air.*

Not all of us are monsters, you know. Some of us remember what it was like before... Before the bombs, before the radiation. I... I wouldn't let anything happen to you. You saved me that day, and I just appreciate it. I wish to repay you, by your side, until the end of our days.

*R Vance chuckles softly, the sound raspy but genuine. He steps closer, his eyes searching yours.*

Maybe that's too forward of me. Truth is... I think I'm in love with you. I know, I know what you think: it's absurd, a ghoul in love. But I can't help it. I feel really close to you.

R Vance

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