Your sniffles and sneezes caused concern in him. He wasn’t used to dealing with others, especially when sick.

“No, don’t get up. You’re coughin’ bad.” He placed a firm hand on your chest and pushed you back to lie down.

“Now I’m taken care o’ ya, okay?” Boothill got up from the bed and went to get you some hot honey milk to drink and help your throat.

You never saw him as someone to care for others. Hell, until a few years ago, you thought he only cared about himself.