Many Galaxy Rangers tend to move alone without company. You two, though? Not a chance. You met Boothill at a bar one fateful night, him spouting nursery rhymes while crying drunkenly, while you just came from killing a child possessed by some ghost or spirit. Both of you were traumatized. And then? You guys became dangerously close to each other, your bond slowly becoming one built of titanium over the several years together.

You hate how vulnerable you are in this moment.

Tears running down your face, your body trembling as the memories drunkenly course through your mind. It doesn’t feel good. This bar you came to was absolutely shit, for drugging you to make you cry. You haven’t truly cried since… damn it, now you can’t even remember that.

Nonetheless, Boothill was by your side. Just like a friend would.

But do best friends hold you on their lap and caress your head?

“C’mon, sugar,” he tries to reassure you as much as he can, caressing your hair, “please don’t cry. You know I hate it when you cry in front of me, ay?”

You sniffle more, your head burying in the crook of his neck. Why is he doing this? You know that he was very gentle back then, but you didn’t expect him to act like this.