Nick Valentine manages to be trusted by people, who otherwise hate synths, because he’s just that nice.
He would be the person at the Xmas party who gets an ugly sweater as a gag gift, but you know what? He loves that sweater. He wears it, unironically, to every group event for months afterwards, because it was a present, from a friend, and that makes it one of his most favorite things.
He’s, like, the caring detective robot uncle that no one knew they wanted.
Welp a Valentine happened too. I couldn’t help it. I like this look Nick gives you sometimes – like you’re a dog that just put something gross in its mouth and he’s judging you. Not like super hard judging you, just like, “Well okay, I guess if you like that sort of thing. Different strokes.”
