"They look good on you," he said, immediately cursing himself silently for doing so. Was he actually trying to protect her from himself? It wasn't like he was lying, though, he did think they suited her well. Boomer turned and looked out the window, using her inability to see his face to catch his breath. Something felt strange but familiar and now it didn't feel as strong. In fact, the intensity of his sudden animosity shocked him now in hindsight. Was he really about to...? He needed some water, but the air would do for now. "Peaceful neighborhood," he remarked in an attempt to explain why he was staring out the window. "Didn't know they came in peaceful."<br/><br/>Just as suddenly, Boomer turned back to Bubbles, his smile now somewhat more sure. "Hey, uh...Bubbles? The reason I came by is 'cause..I know you said tomorrow at eight, but I...well, I don't wanna wait that long. So, if you want, I thought maybe we'd go do something today." That felt more like himself. He was pretty darn steamed about the fight for the first couple years after HIM brought him back, but it really didn't bother him anymore. He had gained some empathy with age and knew it was a fight to the death and they'd happened to lose it at the last second. Besides, there was one good memory that came out of it.