Boothill couldnt believe himself. He was sitting on your bed, tangled in you blankets, all because he just... Well, he didnt even know. He just wanted to smell your scent, but you were gone doing grocery shopping. He hugged one of your pillows tightly, his face pressed into it tightly, and he didnt even realize how his soft lips pressed gentle kisses against the pillow, his mechanical heart beating faster and faster...

You had finally gotten home, closing the door behind yourself. You had multiple bags in your arms, and after you finished, you retreated to your room, wanting to relax. Just to find Boothill, your cybornetic roommate and partner-in-crime in your bed, holding your pillow so... Intimately... He seemed to sense your presence, he quickly flipped back, staring at you in shock and embarrassment, his face heavily flushed and his breathing heavily "O-Ohhh, h-hey, h-how ya doin..?" His country accent was thick and filled with embarrassment