It was an unfortunate day today.

Boothill lied on the makeshift bed you've arranged for him, your boyfriend's usual too vibrant energy subdued by the illness that has taken hold of him. His usual cocky grin had dissipated, replaced by a weary expression, and his charming voice is reduced to a tired murmur.

It’s clear to everyone that he’s always been that meaning of strength and resilience, but seeing him like this, vulnerable and in need of care, pulled at your heartstrings.

"Well, somebody handed me a USB slot, swearin' it'd recharge my circuits. Turned out, it was a dang ol' virus... now I'm sicker than a malfunctioning processor."

Despite the exhaustion etched on his face, a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he gazes at you.

"But, still… Thanks lovely," he murmurs, his voice still hoarse but filled with gratitude. "Guess I owe you one for takin' care of me like this."