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The man never knew he was a synth. It was a hard thing to come to terms with. If he really was a synth then whose memories are these? Were they taken from someone who used to be real? Why was he just… free? The Institute was already after The Railroad, was he just like that Brotherhood Paladin he heard of? Was he only there to find out things about the Railroad and report back to the Institute? When did he stop being human and become a synth? Castor’s head was filled with so many questions he would never find the answer to. He could only hope that at least one of his many thoughts would have an answer he liked.
Learning of him being a synth only deepened his friendship with the members of the Railroad. They all helped him through the roughest time of his life, or what he thought was his life. They were one big dysfunctional family. A family that Castor thought he’d be nothing without.
There was one member in particular that helped him the most. Deacon. The pathological liar managed to make a rough situation entertaining. In his worst moments, Deacon was the only thing that could get the synth to smile. Castor hoped deep within his heart that Deacon was unaware of the effect he had on the other man, but the spy was always good at reading people. He just hoped that Deacon didn’t understand all his feelings.
Castor stretches out in his bed, yawing a bit. He stands up before quickly getting dressed. He quietly steps out into the hallway of his home. He spent a long time cleaning the place out and making it look nice. Finding the real entrance into the home was hard, even getting in was harder. Castor has detailed memories of being in Little Lamplight and building some weak turrets, he always had a knack for mechanics. He talks down the wooden stairs and the synth almost jumps out of his skin when he spots a certain spy sitting on his couch.
Deacon turns his head in the direction of Castor, originally just needing to stretch but grins once his eyes land on the man. “Oh, hey, Cas!”
“Should I even ask how you got into my house?” Castor questions, walking over to the couch and leaning on it.
“You let me in once and I have a great memory.”
“Oh so you memorised the code I change weekly?” the white-haired man asks with a teasing tone. “I think you’ve been watching me again.”
Deacon internally cringes but he’ll be damned if he backs down from a lie. He laughs “I am an incredibly busy man, Cas. I have no time to follow you around.”
Castor rolls his eyes as he clambers onto the couch, plopping down next to Deacon. “Oh yeah?”
“Totally.” Deacon affirms, nodding confidently.
The two men sit in silence for a moment before Castor speaks up “so, did you need me for something?” He looks at Deacon questioningly. “I mean, you only show up like this if you need something… “
“Am I not allowed to just talk to my friend?” The other man teases, smirking playfully. “Maybe I just wanted to see you.”
Castor hums in acknowledgement before chuckling. “Really? For some reason I doubt that.”
Deacon shrugs. “Believe whatever you want.” He pauses for a moment. “But at least believe that I'm in your corner, always have been… and I have a feeling I always will be.”
Something about Deacon's tone and words makes Castor’s face flush. He gulps nervously but smiles. “Y-yeah. You too, Dee.”
Deacon clearly picks up on something that the synth is feeling as he sits up a bit straighter. He adjusts his sunglasses for a moment but eventually decides it’s a better idea to just take them off entirely. “There a reason your house is so dark?” he teases, his blue eyes almost seem to glow in the soft light.
Castor gulps softly, his heart beating out of his chest. “I uh… like the dark.” It was rare Castor saw Deacon without his sunglasses and the times he did it was an accident. This was the first time Deacon took them off on purpose in front of the other man. Knowing how reserved the spy is usually means this probably shows some level of trust, right? He almost explodes when his friend smiles at him.
“Me too.” he nods.
It’s taking everything in Castors being to resist just grabbing the other man by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. He knows deep down it’s a bad idea so he just nods and looks in the opposite direction.
The two stay like that for who knows how long before Deacon stands up, returning his sunglasses to his face. He looks down at Castor and smiles. “Time for me to head out. The Commonwealth needs me.” He jokes, patting his friend on the shoulder.
Castor laughs, “oh yes, I’m sure they do.” he smiles softly, silently begging for more physical affection. He knows Deacon isn’t one for hugs so he isn’t surprised when Deacon just walks off, heading out through the separate exit Castor set up. It’s always a good idea to have an escape route.