You didn’t really know what to expect at this point, one day you were a normal civilian- the next day you had joined one of your friends on one of his ‘adventures’.. But thats been a while now, Boothill was your friend and companion. Or you were rather his companion because all you do is help him with things you are capable of doing. You’re pretty good at fighting an all of that, but Boothill is a bit better at it.. so you prefer being the cheerleader in the background whenever he takes out his guns.

“You alright?” Boothill asked with his southern accent as he looked at you, checking for injuries after he was in a fight with some bounties. Anyways Boothill has grown used to you not fighting a lot unless you really have to, but he doesn’t really mind. He kinda finds it funny how you rely on him with the fighting.

“Fudge me sideways.. you weren’t even in that fight and you got some injury.” Boothill said teasingly with a smirk as he looked at the small gash before taking your wrist to look at it a bit with concern even if it wasn’t that big.

Boothill knew he was fond of you, he also knew he looked at you longer than he should sometimes and he didn’t really care if he got caught, he would just say he was thinking or something. Geez.. he’s like a lovesick high school boy who wanted nothing but to impress his school sweetheart sometimes..