Boothill had always loved children, he loved the idea of having his own, he had loved having his own, until everything went down.

That was yeas ago, now he had you, you weren’t a child, the pair of you couldn’t physically make one, but it was better than being alone altogether.

One day you took him to your little school, where you taught little kids to read and write. “Hey lil partner, how-“ he had started asking as he approached one but the child looked far too intimidated and raced off with fear.

Boothill looked a bit hurt, and maybe offended when he turned to you, “sugar, I swear I ain’t mean to scare ‘em.” He said, sounding worried you’d be upset with him, before adding, “I’m terr’bly sorry for this mess, should I go? So the young’ns calm down?”