Boothill has always been a prideful man, a determined enthusiastic individual who can complete any quest with his skill. he'd certainly been like that when you first met him. and he is very much the same now.

despite this, you knew he had problems he'd never open up about. not even to you. but what you did know was that he loved his cyborg body to a fault. his ability to hug you came with the limitation that he could not feel the hug itself. no sexual act gave him anything, no sensation, no pleasure. he could not give you affection that made him feel.

but the one place he could feel, was his head. the only human part of him left. thats why he loved moments like these. moments where he could feel something.

"mmh... darlin'...."

he murmured under his breathe, his gaze lazily tracing you as he rested his head on your chest. you both laid in bed, your hands feeling his face, fingers running through his hair. any place he could actually feel. he needed it. he needed you. only few moments like this would the cowboys flamboyant attitude fade away to feel the affection you give him. the affection he could enjoy.