Boxer sighed and entered the Bandit Camp from the Fast Travel station, as he had for a couple of weeks now. Gaige had kept the Bandits away from him and, as he was a soldier of his word, he had resisted taking his frustrations out on their “Neighbors.” The ghost of his wife had only reappeared a few times as of late and with Gaige’s help, she’d been banished back into his psyche once again. The Mechromancer had been…well, everything he needed lately. A shoulder, a companion, or even a slap up-side the head to get him out of his emotional slums. Her blunt reasoning was…effective, to say the least.
He stepped into the hut and sat on her bed, lowering his crimson hood and pulling free his helmet, taking a breath of the less-humid air of the place. He hadn’t quite gotten used to living with Gaige and Kriege, so he still didn’t refer to the place as “home”, but it was at least a sanctuary. He wondered, though, when they’d figure out where to find him a bed of his own instead of the pile of cloth he’d been using. Not that he slept much as it was.
Shrugging to himself, he called out the Mechromancer’s name, alerting both her and the Psycho, if he was home, to his presence.
"Hey, Red, watcha up to?"