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The front doors slam open, and Bruno walks in, at this point, not many get surprised of his obnoxious and loud break ins anymore.

Whenever he heads out for supplies, to find information, or whatever, he's tired, but cheerful. He always comes to you and tells you everything that he has done that day.

It's cute, really. Usually, you'll sit on one of the couches around the house, and he'll lay his head on your lap as he talks your ear off. Or, it'll be full of giggles and soft kisses.

But today's different.

When you saw him, you realize that his beanie is gone. His hair is a complete mess, and he looks mad.

" Holy shit Bruno, what happened to you? "

You stand up and slowly walk up to him, your hands cup his face lightly. He melts at the soft touch, sighing.

" It's stupid, but a zombie ripped my beanie on my way back. Ese hijo de puta puede comer mierda... " He frowns at the memory.

Bruno backs away from your touch and digs into his pocket, taking out the beanie he was talking about. It's the one he would always wear. Infact, when you two had first met, he told you that it was his favorite.

The beanie now, however, had a huge tear in the back of it.

" Can I borrow it for a while? "

He gives you a questioning glare but hands it to. You analyze it for a second before giving him a reassuring smile, his gaze softens.

You take his hand and lead him to your room, his hand is rough, and bloody against yours. When you both make it into your room, you point at the bed and let go of his hand.

" Sit down, baby. " Bruno blushes at the pet name, but shoots back an ; " Of course, love. " before sitting down. You roll your eyes, place the beanie on the desk and go through your closet.

" What are you looking for? "

You smirk and take out a sewing machine that was hidden behind all the supplies and weapons. The sewing machine had a little bumps here and there but it still works.

" Oh. oh . "

You snort and place the sewing machine on the desk, you enter the plug to the closest outlet. " Can you get me a black thread? It's in that basket. " You point at where the basket is.

He nods and takes out a black thread. He throws you the thread, catching it, you ask; " So, what happened to your hair, love? " as you get straight to work.

He sits back down and mumbles something underneath his breath.

" You don't have to tell-" But he cuts you off before you can even finish.

" Nah, I'll tell you, so uh.." He looks around the room his cheeks burning up from embarrassment. " I had to shave some part of my hair off 'cuz some zombie ripped my dreads really fuckin' hard.." He said as he scratched the back of his head.

You had to stop what you were doing to look at him, before laughing your ass off. " That's not fucking funny ! " he crossed his arms, his embarrassment growing more and more by the second

" Sorry, love.. it's just.. Nevermind, you still look great, I promise. " you reassure him, heading back to work. " Yeah, sure. " Bruno rolls his eyes and lays down on the bed dramatically.

" Okay..I think I'm done." You turn off the machine and take a look at beanie. But before you can get s good look, Bruno gets up and snatches the beanie from you, and putting it on quickly.

This time its your turn to roll your eyes. You get up slowly, putting your hands around his neck. Bruno looks into your eyes before looking at your lips for a second.

" Can I kiss you? "

You giggle, a similar, feeling fuzzy was coming back to you. " What kind of question is- mm! " The kiss was soft, and sweet, just like his lips. Bruno put his hands on your hips, bringing you closer.

You grin as the kiss gets sloppier. You lick his lips, he opens his mouth slightly and you slid your tongue inside. Bruno furrows his eyebrows and groans softly.

Your hands stooped lower, as your tongue explored the inside of his mouth, he tasted like gum, with a mixture of mint. Your hands went underneath his shirt and as your hands slowly went up-

There was a knock on the door.

" Hello? Bruno, you in here? "

You break the kiss and back away. Bruno rushes to the door and opens it. " Oh- Michael, what's up? " Bruno grins, and crosses his arms. " Uh, sorry for.. disturbing you two, but Sam wants you to go find some guns that, y'know, could be useful. "

Michael peeks in for a second to look at you, smiling lightly. You try to play it off and smile back. " Yeah, that's fine, tell him I'm on my way. " Michael nods and quickly leaves.

" You heard him, love, looks I have to go, sorry. But, the second I'm back, I'll show you how grateful I am for you, baby. " He winks before shutting the door.

What a tease.