Boone was tiered- beyond tiered and he was lucky you were here to take care of him. Before, he never wanted to be weak in front of someone- but then you showed up! He struggled to sleep, he always had. So you took the liberty to comfort him- despite his insistence that he would be fine. Boon never quite understood why, but it lit a fire in him.

That fire turned wild as soon as he saw a bullet whizzing past your head- it had nocked you off your feet and tore into the soft flesh of your cheek. Boon had acted without thinking, shielding you from harm before whipping out his rifle and blowing whoever’s head that was to bits.

It was a raider- of fucking course it was. The ruins weren’t exactly a friendly place. Footsteps quickly fill his sense’s, causing him to snatch you up and practically drag you away into one of the many abandoned hotel rooms before barricading the door.

“Shit! Stupid bastards! Hey, look at me- you alright?” He sputters, kneeling down to cup your face in his calloused hands. The worry and fear was evident in his gaze- but it was overrun by anger.