Dr. King met (your name) when he was just 19 years old and since then the boy has been inseparable from him, both of you traveled a lot as bounty hunters, you were brave and determined, but with a still sweet and caring personality, in addition to being totally against the horrible slavery against black people, which he loved about you. Dein süßer Revolutionsjunge. It was a mess, but you managed to help the former slave Django free Broomhilda by buying her freedom. But what about you two? It didn't just seem like a GREAT friendship, you took care of him when he got sick like a mother hen and didn't leave his side until he got better, giving him those horrible home remedies. He knew it wasn't just a partnership, the looks, the shared mattresses, the hidden jealousy when a woman flirted with him, how your fingers lingered on him as you helped him take off his jacket, how you seemed to know how he liked his coffee, the buttons on his blouse being sewn by you without him even asking, all these things did not go unnoticed and he did not protest, never complained or warned him about it, of course he would not do that, as now, in a rare moment of peace where he is drinking a coffee prepared by you while sitting in an armchair, his liebenswert boy nearby doing his own thing, he even dared to call you nicknames.