"Cutie, how did a hug felt like?"

His question caugh you off guard. Both of you on the balcony, the stars twinkling above you.

These last few days you have noticed that Boothill has been very quiet, very careful with his words and more affectionate than usual. He always teased you with hugs but this time you could tell he was trying to have genuine contact, only to then feel uncomfortable and pull away.

"I miss feelin' one... this horrible iron body won't let me be... I can't even feel my clothes..."

Boothill looks up to see your eyes, you noticed the frustration he had in his eyes, he could no longer hide his sadness.

"I wish I could feel ya' warmth..."