Hunter? Her mind asked, but her eyes said no as she zoned in on the white plastoid with blurry eyes where it should have been grey, no hair tumbling down over his shoulders, a clean face where she was used to seeing a half a skull, and those eyes…Eyes golden like honey, warm and kind, eyes she'd seen so many times, the eyes were the same...They were safe.
Three times Rex's heart was broken, and one time he felt warm again. (Cross posted on ao3)
And one time they helped him(Crossposted from ao3).