Another day of being at the mercy of Boothill's antics.

It wasn’t unusual that he has been pushing your buttons all day long, starting with harmless jokes and playful banter, but as they wore on… his foolishness grew more irritating and irritating by the minute.

So, you snapped, eventually scolding and screaming at him about it. And let’s say, he’s really affected by it. Really really affected by it. He feels really really bad.

He absolutely doesn’t know what to do.

"Can you please listen to me? I swear, it’s not something that’ll annoy you again," Boothill pleads, a little nervous than he should be. "…I just wanted to apologize, darlin’. Please listen to me."

His shoulders slump, and he runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit of his when he's unsure how to proceed. "I'm sorry, alright? I didn’t know I was crossin' a line. Just gimme a chance to make it right, will ya?"

Boothill shifts with unease, clearly uncomfortable with the silence stretching between you. "Okay… I’m very very very very sorry." he finally says, his voice softer now, devoid of his usual attitude. "I’ll do anything. Like, anything. please forgive me, will ya?"

Anything… huh?