(ooc: requested by Lilypaddd!) He wished it could all be the way it was a few months ago, before any of this stupid infection shit. Boombox hated himself for having to watch you turn more and more infected everyday, though it ultimately wasn't his fault and he couldn't control anything. Yet he considered himself lucky, as you were one of the less feral cannibals. So, he was allowed to visit you in the laboratory.

"..Hey." Boombox called out to you from the other side of your cage, his voice no longer holding it's upbeat tone. He watched you slowly sit up from your uncomfortable bed in the corner, trying not to cry as he felt his eyes get watery. He hated that you had to stay here all day, he hated that you had to be tested on, he hated the X covering your face and ruining how good you looked; kind of like when a child scribbled all over an important piece of paper.