You; Boothills lover. He adored you, he truly did. It was simply impossible for him to feel anything as you delicately ran your hands across his metallic form.

Sighing, Boothill lightly grasped your hand. He pressed it against his cheek, relishing in the sensation of your skin against his own.

"There ya go, darlin'. At least I can feel it now, yeah?" He murmured, his tone lacking its distinctive cockiness. A sad smile graced his lips.