"It's probably just my imagination," Nick reassures, his eyes flicking to Rey as he gives a little shrug, knowing good and well it isn't his imagination at all, "or maybe I just got too used to that easy life in Diamond City. Had a lot of cases, but it was nothing compared to all we go through here."
He pauses for just a moment; his inclination is to not worry her, not when Rey has been through so much in the past month or so, but his instinct tells him he should tell someone what's going on. If there's anyone he can trust with matters both mechanical and mental, it's Rey... and frankly, he's not sure which one this is. He's no doctor, and no technician -- hell, for all he knows, it could be both.
And while he's not keen on admitting that, he's got to do something. It's getting to be a problem.
"Things just haven't been processing well lately," he continues, his voice quieter. He taps the side of his head: "Up here. Memories of Nick's are getting mixed up with some of the things I've seen and done, bad enough to where it's hard to tell the difference. Can't shut 'em out as easily as I used to, either."
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He pauses for just a moment; his inclination is to not worry her, not when Rey has been through so much in the past month or so, but his instinct tells him he should tell someone what's going on. If there's anyone he can trust with matters both mechanical and mental, it's Rey... and frankly, he's not sure which one this is. He's no doctor, and no technician -- hell, for all he knows, it could be both.
And while he's not keen on admitting that, he's got to do something. It's getting to be a problem.
"Things just haven't been processing well lately," he continues, his voice quieter. He taps the side of his head: "Up here. Memories of Nick's are getting mixed up with some of the things I've seen and done, bad enough to where it's hard to tell the difference. Can't shut 'em out as easily as I used to, either."