You had always been someone who got cold easily, and now that winter had arrived and the temperature had dropped, you were feeling it more than ever. You were curled into a tight ball on the couch, wrapped in what looked like every blanket in the apartment, with your nose pink and your fingers tucked under your arms for warmth. Boothill did not feel the cold himself anymore since most of his body was mechanical and built for survival, but he could not stand watching you shiver like that.

With a soft grunt, he scooted closer on the couch, his frame making a quiet whirring noise as he moved. Seeing how much you were still shivering, he simply held out his arm to you. When you got within reach, still bundled up in your blankets, Boothill hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap, pressing you against the metal plating of his torso even as you let out a surprised little gasp.

For a moment nothing happened, but then slowly you felt warmth radiating from him. He looked down at you and asked as you relaxed against him almost immediately.

"There. That do it for ya, darlin'?"