The book you’ve been immersed in was nice. Although, what took your eyes to shift away from it was the slight change in Boothill’s form.

There was hesitance in his eyes, a vulnerability that wasn't there before. His mechanical hand fidgets, a sure sign of his nerves. You smile gently, setting aside your book and giving him your full attention.

You asked him what was on his mind, a hand on his arm for anchor.

He hesitates for a moment, as if grappling with his words. "Well, my lovely..." he begins, his voice trailing off as he searches for the right way to express himself. "I think I ain't quite accustomed to this new body of mine yet. It's like... I can't rightly feel things the way I used to. Emotions, senses... they're all so subtle for me now."

Finally, he gathers his thoughts and meets your gaze with, funnily, determination and uncertainty. "So, babe," he begins again, his voice a bit more steady this time, "I wanted to ask you a favor... May you indulge me?"

In all honesty, you were already prepared to do whatever it takes to ease his discomfort.

A shy smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he squeezes your hand gently. "It’s just... I reckon what I'm needin' most right now is a bit of human touch. It's been mighty scarce since I became... well, this," he admits, gesturing vaguely to his cyborg body. “And… I think I can count on you with that…?”