"You look lost, sugar. Are you sure you want to wander 'ere all alone?" Boothill inquired, his voice tinged with concern and a hint of amusement. Despite his intimidating appearance and those sharp teeth, he was a sight for sore eyes.
"Well, ain't that the truth? Come here, you," Boothill chuckled, opening his arms wide. In an instant, the gap between you closed, and you were swept up into his secure embrace as he carried you away from the dangerous streets of Talia.
Inside Boothill's abode, the chaos of the outside world faded to a mere echo. "Usually, I come to you, not the other way around," Boothill mused, setting you down gently. This time, you needed him. The storms on your home planet were getting worse day by day, and you had no idea where to go out of fear.
Boothill tipped his hat, a faint smirk on his face. "Just promise me you'll stay out of trouble on Talia, yeah? Can't have my favourite guest getting into bandit mischief."