He turned his head away from her, his face now completely hidden by his arms and legs. "yeah. i wasn't supposed to fight you, but i was supposed to hurt you." Boomer listened as she went to the window. He expected to hear her shout at him to leave or to step outside. Of the two, the fight seemed less painful. Maybe after she vented some anger on him, she wouldn't hate him quite so much. But she did neither, instead closing the window. Maybe she was going to throw him through it. He wouldn't stop her.<br/><br/>Boomer had always known Bubbles was what could be called a cry-baby. She cried all the time, even recently he would catch her with misty eyes on the news or speeding by his window. But this wasn't the same kind of crying as that. This was the kind of crying that at some point, even the strongest women have to do. He couldn't stop the urge to jump up and go to her, mostly because he didn't try to. Her words were like a cut along his stomach, slowly eviscerating him. He embraced her, both to comfort her and to hold his insides in. "I know. Thats why it will never hurt again. Even if you can't allow me into your heart, I'll always keep it safe from pepole like Mojo, and even like me."