Watching Troy cry like that broke Lux's heart in a way she hadn't expected it could be broken. Maybe she felt more strongly about Troy than she herself realized, because all she wanted was to make his pain disappear and fill his life with happiness instead, and it was actually painful to not be able to. The little change in his face as he repeated the word she'd accidentally let out, 'boyfriend', with all it entailed made her chuckle lightly. Well now it was out there. Really she couldn't see him any other way anymore. He was definitely not a fuck buddy, he was a lot more than that. Even if the sex was amazing and had been the starting point of all this. "That's exactly how I feel about you." She told him, nuzzling his cheek.
"Yeah, not a lot of human beings are a match for that. Which I guess makes me a little less human than most, because I'm a monster too. But at least I wouldn't steal into someone's place and attack them. Not willingly or consciously." She murmured, ignoring that he was trying to counter her argument about him protecting her from herself. She knew well that it wasn't worth trying to drive a point home more than once on the same conversation when someone was this hurt and broken.
Another chuckle came over her at his little joke about him having to try hard to convince her that the two of them together was an endeavor worth attempting. His mood seemed to be improving a little bit, and Lux was grateful for that. "See that's what you did for me, too. You helped me get perspective on some stuff." She said softly. When he gave her credit for his survival Lux shook her head. "You survived because you are strong and amazing all by yourself. I had nothing to do with that." She hadn't been ready for the way he kissed her then, but she liked it. It was anger and need and a little bit of being thankful for being alive. Lux was all too happy to give him anything he wanted to make him heal, so she melted into it, lost herself in it. And in that kiss she realized just how empty she would've felt if she had really lost him. It wasn't a dreamlike state anymore, it was sheer panic, way above what she thought she'd feel, like her heart would be ripped out of her chest and stomped on if something truly horrible ever happened to him or if she lost him. I'm fucked, she thought.