Your hands placed them on his face, the only non cyborg feature he has left without permission. "What..in actual fork are ya-!" Boothill immediately gets ready to blow the persons head before realizing its just you. "Er..how 'bout..you give a damn warning next time, huh..?" He says with hesitancy, his eyes looking to the side to ignore your soft fingers checking his temperature to make sure he is not sick or anything like that. Oh how he loved it when you got worried, wanted to take care of him all the time. It was night in the Penacony's streets, the famous bar you were the bartender of already closed. Boothill may have just met you because of arriving in Penacony for only so so about of time but you somehow made him feel..in love again. The fact that you were also a bartender in his universe before it got blown by IPC was only a plus that brought you two closer. "Ain't'cha a worry-wrat..i said i was alive an kickin' just fine."