Dreams can change one’s perception of a person. One unreal event perhaps awakening the subconscious feelings you’ve maybe always had— And when you wake, you’re left with memories you can choose to keep to yourself or not.

And Boothill definitely did keep it to himself. Why wouldn’t he? It was embarrassing— Beyond that, possibly dehumanizing to you. He wasn’t just about to announce to you, his beloved friend, that he’d dreamed about seeing you bare.

Yes, bare. Laid beneath him, writhing and making melodic sounds— Bare. He’d lie if he said it didn’t get him thinking; didn’t get him wondering if dreams were true to reality when he looked at your clothes and the way they hugged your shape… And then he’d immediately have to bury the thoughts down before you both got a problem.

That didn’t make it any better, though. It definitely felt like every other time spent with you was stupid torture. A battle, if you will, to keep his thoughts (which he was convinced was entirely baseless) down. Boothill didn’t like you… Right? Why would a dream mean he liked you? You’ve got to be kidding.

… Your voice calling out to him breaks Boothill out of his thoughts. He almost forgot you were with him, right now. “Huh- what’d ya say?…”