I don’t want to set the world on fire…

It had been a lifetime since you’d met Hancock, or at least it felt like one. What hadn’t you two been through together? You two had fought almost every enemy in the commonwealth, shared sarcastic, albeit affectionate remarks, and cuddled up under the covers when a radstorm rolled in. And now, as you sat at the bar of the Third Rail, drinking overpriced alcohol Daisy most definitely sold for cheaper, there was nothing that could have been made better. Magnolia sang some slow classy tune that you’d heard a time or two on Diamond City Radio, mixed between Travis’ meek voice. What was it called again?

I just want to start a flame in your heart…