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WHO: Bobo Del Rey
WHERE: North Village, house and barn
WHEN: During the attacks, April
OPEN TO: ota, both in messages returned or being in the north village
WARNINGS: will update as needed

There's nothing in Bobo that has him wanting to take chances with the south village during all of this. It's gone to madness, not that he's surprised with everything that's been going in this place, but he's not risking the life he's been gaining in this place because he doesn't know who to trust. That paranoia that has led him most of his life is still there, it just involves a larger group of people.

So he sends messages to Karen, Bull, Foggy, Rinoa, and a few others, asking for them to check in, let him know where they are and if they're okay, and then he starts securing his area.

Working on the barn first, hating the idea of the animals possibly ending up dead, but hoping they'll be safe. Then the house. Vasquez and the other help, securing the windows, and all doors, setting up the weapons they have, and those they've taken from the kitchen in the northern inn, and with the foods they've been stockpiling anyway in Bobo's smokehouse experimentation, he thinks they might do well. For a while.

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Bull checks in pretty quickly. He is safe though out in the woods on a patrol. But when the message pops in he starts heading back. The first place he heads for is Bobo's place then the barn. Once he sees Bobo there he smiles to himself. "Need a hand?"

He startles at the sound of a voice, spinning about as his hand goes for his hip. The moment his gaze and his mind catches up with who is there, he visibly relaxes, offering Bull a crooked grin.

"I'll take it that means you're doing okay, and yeah. Thanks. The others are seeing to the house, getting the things we could need from the Inn. Wasn't sure if you were barricading in down south or not," He says, making it obvious he's thought about it, but not sure if they were in a place where he could ask him to come up their way instead.

Bull shrugs. "I don't know. I... I feel like I should be keeping people safe." Not hiding away. But on the other hand he wants to stay here and keep Bobo safe. Even if he knows the man is capable he still wants to keep him safe. "Who are the others?"

"You should be keeping you safe," he corrects, not giving enough to widen his circle too much. He's done that and paid the price. He might not still be a revenant in many ways, but he's still learned those lessons.

"Vasquez and Faraday. They love with me. There's others up here but only a few. A girl that stays south a lot,' he says, gesturing the direction to her house. Some hulking fellow named Maine. Figure he can handle himself. Another new person I haven't talked to." And weird and skulking. Bobo just left them to themselves.

"You're okay though?" He moves closer to Bull, head canting to look him over. "And if you're not, tell me."

"Yeah, I've met Maine. Think he lives with Wash. They both carry themselves like they know what they are doing." He sighs. "There are plenty of people who don't and I was bred to protect people. It was my purpose. It's hard to leave something like that." He shakes his head.

"Nothing is wrong with me. Just a couple of bruises after a sparring session."

He nods at that. "Yeah, felt the same way about him, so not worried about them. Unless they're not themselves," he says, knowing they're dealing with that insanity that hits a bit too close to home. "See, that's why I keep telling you that you're hard to understand with the things you say to me," he admits, moving closer, leaning in against Bull for a moment, wanting that comfort he finds with him.

"I'll understand if you head back south to check on them and help there, but if you don't keep in touch," he says, touching his wrist device. "I'll get cranky." And worried. That's the word he's not using but it's what he means.

"In that case none of us are safe though." Bull smiles and wraps his arms around Bobo, holding him close. "Qunari are raised to believe that wanting something for yourself is selfish and that we have a purpose that is bigger than any want we might have." He takes a breath. "I was raised to believe my whole reason for existing was to protect others. And it feels wrong to sit it out. Last time I stayed inside Peeta died."

"Yeah well... I'm a bastard demon who takes what he wants," he points out, wrapping his arms around Bull and snuggling in close to him. "But... I suppose I can understand that," he says with a heavy sigh. It's more that he respects Bull and will back him on whatever he chooses to do.

"Though I hope you'll be selfish from time to time," he says, having a few thoughts of ways he wants him to be.

"Mm last time I was I got exiled and called a traitor." Bull shakes his head. Then he leans down to kiss Bobo. "Let me go on one last patrol around the villages and then I'll come back here to you."

"You say that as if it will bother me," he points out, rolling his eyes, but breaking away from the kiss, he gives Bull a playful shove. "Go. Be a good man. I'll be around when you come back," he says, not bothered by Bull needing to go.

"You know, I find that part of you amazing," he admits. "I can't imagine being that good of a man again." Especially not in this situation. He'd been saving people from much the same when he'd died, after all.

Bull smiles and steals another quick kiss. "I love you, Kadan." Then he picks up his weapons again and heads for the door. "I know you can be, we'll talk about it when I am back?"

Bobo goes very still, the words a rush that he's not sure how to handle. Feeling almost lightheaded in that moment, staring at Bull. He knows what's happened when he's said those words before, but that was not with Bull. Not with someone that came to him willingly, and who has nothing but love and care to gain for those words.

"Yeah. Let's talk about some things when you get back," he says, biting at the inside of his lip for a minute, knowing he's going to leave and Bobo has to admit with all that is happening on the island, he might not ever come back. "You know... I love you too," he says, the words firm even if his tones are soft. No hesitancy though as he says them in return as Bull goes to help others.

And Bobo tries not to fear he'll not return as Robert himself hadn't when he'd done the same.

Bull smiles as he heads out, he knows just as well as Bobo the risk of not coming back. He's seen plenty of people say those words and then never come back after them. But he's also seen people never getting around to saying them.

The patrol is quiet. Too quiet in a way, but that is not something he can do anything about right now. When it is over and he is on his way back to the house he sends a quick text to Bobo, letting him know nothing has happened so far. He stops at the brewery and picks up a couple of bottles before he heads over to Bobo's place. He knocks on the door with a smile.

"I'm back"

Worrying is not in Bobo's nature, or so he tells himself. What he tells himself as he cleans the stable, moves into the house and cleans up there as well. Works his way through the house, pretending as if there is nothing to concern himself with in the time after Bull leaves.

The text though is a welcome one, only letting himself think then about how much he had not wanted to think about this world turning on Bull and destroying him as his own had done to Robert.

Smiling though at the knock, not rushing to the door as he moves to pull it open, his jacket discarded, stripped down to his tee and jeans, boots tosses aside as well. "Well hi there," he says, stepping back. "And you come bearing gifts even. Be still my heart," he says almost entirely deadpan.

Bull laughs, "I figured a couple of bribes and I could get you to do whatever I wanted." He steps in and then leans down to kiss Bobo properly. "Also I figured it might help pass the time."

He closes the door, making sure it is secure. Then he turns. "You wanted to talk?" Yeah he had thought about that a lot when he had been out.

Definitely glad for that kiss, for Bull being safe. It almost feels childish, the worries he has, but having been through all he has, there is a lot that is coming up with the changes in the village that worry him. And knowing that Bull will do what he can to save others, Bobo is going to worry.

"Come on in. Sit down. The boys are out," he says, turning and heading to the couch. "Took the unicorns out for a run." He knows they're not called that but same difference, really.

"I just want to talk to you about... about the man I am and all of this." All about them, about what he knows could happen and the man that he is.

Bull swallows, but he follows Bobo. He is not sure what this means. For him or for them. But he sits down, trying not to flinch at the way the couch creaks under him. Right now that reminder is the last he wants. That this world isn't built for him. That Bobo isn't. That Bobo would be better off with someone like himself.

He reaches out offering a hand to hold, half expecting Bobo to not take it. "Yeah?"

Despite the couch's protest, Bobo not only takes Bull's hand but moves to join him. Settling in on the arm of the coach, leaning into Bull as he considers his words.

"I'm not going to say this right, and it's not what I mean. Not the way I'm going to say it but... I'm worried I'm going to lash out at you because I'm afraid of being betrayed."

And it sounds wrong to say it, and it hurts at the same time. Both the subject, and being this honest, talking about his emotions. But he's thinking about what Vasquez told him, the chance he had taken for love, and Bobo knows he has to try.

"I've loved, or thought I loved, twice in my life," he says, things they've talked about it to a degree, hinted at from time to time in how open Bobo is in this place. "They both betrayed me, and left me to die, and I don't think it's something you would do. It's not in the man I've known, but I know me, and how I can react to things."

"I will not do that Bobo." Bull gives the hand a firm squeeze. I was offered my whole life back if I just betrayed those I was with and I didn't. I would never betray you." Bull's honest, but he isn't hurt or angry that Bobo said it. He knows the feeling of being betrayed and heck, he was the one who did that plenty, it was part of his job. But not any more. Now it was to be here, with Bobo.

"I can handle you lashing out. I understand feeling that way. I... yeah. Fuck. I can't promise to not get hurt or angry. But that doesn't mean I will love you any less."

"Bull, I know that. Logically, I know that you are a better man than most I've known," he murmurs, his voice soft, tender even though it's not common for him.

"I've never asked anyone to be patient with me, and I feel like an idiot asking now, but..." He leans in, kissing Bull tenderly and then resting his brow against Bull's. "Don't let me push you away. Again, I know I sound like an idiot." Because he's not used to being open or asking for help. None of it, but he truly doesn't want to fuck this up.

"I nearly demanded you not leave earlier, positive they would turn on you."

Bull smiles slightly into the kiss, reaching up and stroking Bobo's cheek. "You have to try harder to get rid of me." He kisses again. "I could see that. Thank you for not asking me to stay. It's... important to me that I help. It is what I can do around here to help."

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