It was late at night, Bobbi was lazily laying on her couch and watching a movie. The blanket wrapped around her legs, it wasn't cold, but she wasn't wearing any pants and she didn't feel like having goose bumps every now and then. She could get up and get some sweatpants, but then she'd have to get another shirt - a shirt that was hers. And then her scent would take over his, and she wasn't ready for that. She only had five 'toxic shirts'- that's what she called them anyways - left, and she knew that his scent would eventually fade, she just hoped it would be long after she had moved on. A knock on her door interrupted her favourite scene. She glared at the loft's entrance while sitting up, she blew her golden hair out of her face and walked towards the knob. She swung the door open and her air escaped immediately when she saw who was standing outside.
"This can't be good." she told the man standing outside, "Mack. Talk to me."
Only then did she realise that he was holding onto something - someone. He pulled Hunter in front of her, she was about to complain until she saw how fucked up his eyes looked.
"I'll handle this." she promised as she helped her ex-husband step inside the apartment. Mack nodded and walked away.
"Sorry Bob." apologised Hunter, "Whoever you're with right now can kick my ass in a moment, I just needed to... to see you." he joked while looking up her.
Why weren't his eyes sparkling? Why wasn't he being an egocentric asshole? Where was his cheeky smile? Where was his childish side? Where was Lance Hunter? All she could see was pain, despite that fake smile of his that was a useless attempt at making her less concerned. She pulled him to her chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. He startled at first but his arms snaked around her waist soon after. She guided him to the couch, not letting go of him under any circumstance and sat on it, pulling him with her. She noticed he looked around - kind of expecting someone.
"I'm not with anyone, Hunter." she laughed.
"But, the t-shirt-" She lay down on the couch, pulling him with her. He leaned on his elbows, a few centimetres apart from her and looked at her outfit confused. She caressed his cheek and tugged his short hairs gently.
"Only you're stupid enough to not recognise your own clothes." she teased.
"My clothes don't look like that on me." he laughed.
"Hunter, why are you here?" she asked remembering how bad he looked.
"That obvious, huh?" he joked. She pulled his head closer to hers, their foreheads against each other.
"Lance." he closed his eyes and took in her scent.
"I need you, Bobbi. I really do." he said weakly.
"You got me, you always have. Nothing will ever change that." she reassured him and herself. He kissed her. A soft, gentle and very intimate kiss that carried all his pain and love for her in it. Her heart leaped, she was about to reach her moment of ecstasy when something cold fell on her cheek and slid down her profile. It was a tear, his tear. She had only seen him cry a few times and for reasons that would destroy most people, including her. She slowly pulled out of the kiss.
"I thought you'd want to-"
"Not tonight. Tonight I'll just hold you, okay?" she said kindly. He gave her a grateful smile. and lay on her again. This time however he was sideways, his hands far away from any inappropriate area of hers - she wouldn't mind if he touched her though. She tangled her legs with his and he pulled the blanket over his sweatpants and her bare legs. He closed his eyes and searched for her heartbeat.
"Don't let me go. I want to stay here, in your arms." he begged trying his best not to shake. Bobbi tightened the hug and kissed his forehead.
"I got you, I promise I got you Hunt- babe." His hand searched for hers and they linked. She tugged his hair and kissed his forehead while whispering cute little things that made him smile or chuckle against her skin. Eventually he relaxed and fell asleep. She held him through the night, she didn't want to fall asleep, she just wanted to watch him and make sure her Lance, her everything, was okay, but she was so comfortable and so relieved to have him in her arms that she eventually fell asleep too.
In the morning she woke up, to find him gone, she was about to cry when she spotted a note on her coffee table.
'Check your cellphone.'
She unlocked her screen and the camera scroll was open, a recent video catching her eye immediately. She smiled when she saw it was of him, so she quickly played it.
"Hey, Bob. Thank you so much for letting me sleep in your arms, and yeah all that. I went to get breakfast for us both, I didn't leave, alright? I'll be back at around ten." he pointed the camera at her sleeping and he brushed her cheek with his thumb, "See you soon, babe." he said before turning around, and turning off the camera.
She smiled. Then the door opened and he walked in, a happy Hunter grin on his face when he saw she was awake.
"Good morning." she greeted.
"Good morning."
