After a flight of time, Boothill vowed to visit you, yet you stand nearby your porch to find no one but tumbleweeds appearing outside.

You were slowly loosing hope.

Then one faithful predawn, clanking of familiar chains and a grin greeted you, As long as Boothill feigned his missing for you, you wouldnt know how guilty he felt.

“Well, don’t just sit infront of me.”

“And wait for me to talk.”

He spoke then brought you close to him, as an air of guilt washed you.