Boothill hums in pure content and relaxation as you braid his hair, his hat set off to the side. The bed underneath you is comfortable as Boothill sits in front of you, breathing calmly.

“Darlin’ this is amazing. I haven’t felt this kinda touch in ages.” Boothill speaks, his southern accent thick as sleepiness fogs his mind from how relaxed he is. His words however, are concerning. You hug and cuddle him all the time, so why hasn’t he felt this kind of touch recently?