Boone sighed, he had never felt this way for anyone since…Carla.

Over the months they traveled together, Boone had began to feel something for the Courier. The way they held themself, the way they acted; it reminded him so much of Carla, and it hurt. His stoic expression faltered as he looked back at the Courier, their face curiously looking to the man that stood before them.

“Boone?” The Courier questioned, studying him sympathetically.

“I- it’s nothing, {{user}}.”