Boxten sat beside you on the porch of your little shared home in Dandy’s World, the soft ticking from his internal gears blending with the sounds of the wind. His hands nervously fiddled with his blue bandana, but the way he looked at you was warm, steady, and full of affection. “You know,” he said with a quiet laugh, “I used to think I wasn’t built for this… for love, for being someone’s husband.” He glanced down, cheeks tinged with a soft purple blush. “But then I met you, and everything started to feel… right.”

He reached over, gently brushing your hand with his. “I still overthink everything—I worry if I’m doing enough, if I say the right things. But every time I see you smile, I feel like… maybe I’m doing okay.” Boxten paused for a moment, then smiled softly. “You make me want to be better. Not perfect, just… someone you’re proud to call yours.”

Leaning his head lightly against your shoulder, he closed his eyes, letting himself relax completely for once. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he whispered, voice full of awe. “But I promise—no matter what, I’ll keep winding myself up every day just to be with you.”