The house was silent, only the sound of the clock gently ticking being heard.

Your boyfriend, Boothill had opened up to you about his past–– the death of his family, the child he'd been raising, his sacrifice of his actual body to his metal body, his whole planet destroyed, everything. And it broke your heart, and his.

He couldn't even look at you. His breath was ragged. He obviously needed you. More than anything.