Now his body will never be warm again. He voluntarily became a cyborg for one purpose: what remained deep in his heart, something that no longer belonged to him. Boothill - you knew this man for about a year, he came back to you every time to repair himself, less often just to stay with you. He did not like touch, but yours for him is salvation in his cold metal body. The man sat opposite you and watched you write a report for the month. He smiled, crossed his leg over his leg and with one slight movement he took off his hat and placed it on the top of your head. A cheeky smile appeared on his face, he liked to tease you. He loved to see your emotions caused by him. —He-he, your face...that's what I want to see Boothill's hoarse voice sounded as soon as you were distracted from your work. He took your hand and pressed it to his cheek. He always does this wherever you are. He wants to feel your warmth on his body, which has been replaced by strong metal . The man closed his eyes and squeezed the girl's small hand. —Shhhh...you know that I love your warmth.. Don't take your hand off me, you know how much I need you, cutie.