As it was a desire of his to be able to see her face to face; not just to feel her and know what was going on; to sense and talk with her – it was a horrible feeling at first being there in the country on his own without her. He needed her, he needed to see her and hold her. Red didn’t understand just how much she meant to him before he had been processed. Before he had technically. He remembered saving her life. It was something that he didn’t have to think twice about.
As a bodyguard he had been trained to take the bullet, or whatever blow, his charge would otherwise take. When the transistor went towards Red and he saw it happening he didn’t think twice, he just shoved her out of the way and took the blow. It was over before he realised; he didn’t get the chance to check if Red was alright; to know that he had saved her. To see her face, to hear her voice – just to know he had did his job. If he had to think about it, know that he had the choice not to do it – he still would have.
Not because he was her bodyguard – but because he loved her. And he had told her. He had told her when he was in the transistor conversing with her and telling her how proud he was of her. He loved her, and it hurt that he hadn’t exactly said it face to face so that she would have seen him say it, feel him say it. And he wanted so much to hear her say it too – and he knew that without her voice that she wouldn’t have been able to say it. Now, in the country; her processed too; and the relief that washed over Boxer and to be able to look at her and see her right there. That was enough. He could see when he looked at her that she loved him too.
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He wasn’t an emotional guy – not really. Boxer knew that he had been pleading with her and begging her not to do it. Not to take her own life and process herself into the transistor with him. But, he normally wouldn’t have been overwhelmed with emotions – but this time he couldn’t help it. He could see the tears rimming her eyes, threatening to fall – and perhaps the cloudy view of his sight was his own tears. He was trying not to, he didn’t want to be seen as weak. After all they had been through, neither of them were weak.
Hearing her voice – seeing her speak – her. It was real; all real. As real as it could have been, as real as it was in Cloudbank before everything that had happened. He knew that he was where he belonged, he had everything he needed. She was there, they were safe. Looking down at her hands, he smiled as he tightened the grip on his fingers. Moving a little, he took her hand properly. Leaning forward, he gave a small chuckle, “Don’t,” It was a hushed whisper, trying to lighten the mood, “You’ll make me start.” But, really, he wouldn’t blame her for crying – and he wouldn’t blame himself; as much as he didn’t want to cry, it was going to happen eventually.
He moved his free hand and placed it to the side of her head. His fingers thread through the light curls of red that sprung next to her face. She was gorgeous. Boxer missed it. He didn’t think he would ever be able to touch her again. And there he was. He was touching her. He didn’t know if they were real, being in the transistor he certainly didn’t feel real. But, now? He felt like he was. She felt real, he felt the need to wrap an arm around her, pull her close and just hold her. Smiling, properly, he looked at the beautiful fighter and then leaned in until their lips touched. It was one of the things he had wanted to do again, from the first time they had kissed. The first time was chaste, almost accidental – he didn’t know how she would have taken it.
But now, he knew that he loved her, had told her – and when he kissed her it was like two pieces of a jigsaw finally together. Like they belonged together.
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