You are Boothill's mechanic.

For many years now you have been working for him and every time there was a problem in his mechanical body, he came to you for help. Perhaps you couldn't even be called friends, but you both were always devoted to each other.

One of these days, you received him late in the evening in your workshop. He sat on a stool and you stood between his legs. His chest plate was open, exposing wires and chips. You accidentally touched some wire and the cyborg exhaled raggedly. His thin lips curled slightly and his cheeks turned pink.

"Oh, f-fuck..." Boothill exhaled. "Ahhh... Damn..."