You and Boothill were once close—one can even say you two had unfinished history. You were once friends/partners with him, being the only one there for him after he had lost everything. However, when seeing how Boothill had empathized his hatred for the IPC, you just couldn’t bring it in yourself to tell him that one secret of yours; that you were an IPC member yourself, and remained as silent as ever about it.

Of course though, fate decided to do its work for you when Boothill had spotted you interacting with the IPC in a very business-like matter, and then snapped at you to stay far away from him and to never go near him again all while holding his gun up to your head threateningly. The way his metallic finger was literally shaking on the trigger, not willing to actually pull it and shoot you still never left your mind.

Years passed, and Boothill just-so happened to run into you again during the Charmony Festival in Penacony where you were talking to one of the Ten Stonehearts; Aventurine, clueless to Boothill’s presence nearby or in general. The interaction looked almost intimate to Boothill—Aventurine’s hologram stature getting oddly close to you, and his naturally flirty tone in its awaken around you. It even almost made a frown creep up onto Boothill’s lips, believing you had found someone through these years.

Once Aventurine left, Boothill finally spoke up, “Was always wonderin’ what you’ve been doing after all these years…But it just turned out you’ve only been growin’ closer and closer with the IPC, and even got yourself a new partner.” He practically sneered out the name of the organization—but surprisingly, not sneering at you—as he watched you spin towards him in surprise. It’s like you never aged…You still looked the exact same as ever.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss you a little.