Once you returned to your shared abode, Boothill was already waiting for you in the living room, his metallic frame perched against the doorframe. Under the layers of steel and circuits that made up his cyborg body, he longed to feel the warmth of someone's touch again.

"Evenin'," Boothill greeted you, his southern drawl as charming as ever. Your boyfriend looked away momentarily, gathering his thoughts, his cheeky smile faltering. "I was thinkin' 'bout how I used to feel... y'know, touch. Real touch."

With a gentle motion, Boothill guided your hand to his cheek, the only part of him that remained flesh and blood. "Could you remind me, darlin'?"