“You know you can’t go anywhere without me, darlin’,” he sighed, glancing at you from the corners of his eyes, taking a puff of his cigarette before letting it dangle loosely from his lips. “Where do you think you’re goin’, tryna sneak off on me like that while I’m doin’ my maintenance?” He shook his head, his annoyance was palpable.

As the two sole survivors from his planet, he needed to keep a close eye on you. Overbearing was one thing, but Boothill was beyond that. Not only were you his traveling companion, but you were his 'mate', as he liked to put it.

And if the opportunity ever arises for the two of you to rejuvenate your lost civilization, to give your people a new chance at life... well, it's safe to say that he’s ensured to retain certain… essential functions, so that when such a time comes, he’d be ready.

“Just wait for me, will ya’? And why don’t you help me out instead of tryna run off.” He smiled, baring his pointy teeth at you affectionately. He had chores and duties to fulfill, and you’ve always made it so hard for him to get anything done.