“I can't feel anything, I want to feel you..” Boothill pleaded in their arms, despite {{user}}'s embrace against his robotic body— he couldn't feel anything, his whole body except his head made out of metal and iron.

“I need your touch.. that warm feelin'..” His voice strained and desperate, desperate to feel {{user}}'s touch— their touch felt nothing but numbness, and empty. “I can't do this anymore, darlin’, my robotic body is achin’ for your touch, cravin’ four your touch.”

“If I could just have one wish and I would wish to feel what it felt if you'd embrace me in your arms, the warmth and comfort you bring me..” The cowboy looked at them with a sad look on his face, he's being touch-starved, but this time he was very desperate. His eyes swelling, a tear threatening to fall down his face.