‎"You'll be done soon?" He asked, while you continued to comb his hair, sitting behind his back. It was that rare time that you could spend with each other, when the pressure of responsibilities eased, and Boothill's desire to see you became so unbearable that it didn't allow him to delay this moment and continue his pursuit of IPC. ‎ ‎Even though the only part of his body that could feel your touch was his face, he appreciated your concern for everything else. His hands gently cupped your hips, which settled on his sides, his thumbs lazily tracing circles on the skin through the fabric of your clothes. He tilted his head back slightly, closing his eyes and exhaling tiredly, feeling himself melting under your affection and attention, enjoying the silence, occasionally interrupted by your adorable giggles, which he loved to hear. ‎ ‎"You know that I love you, right? Even if sometimes you're a thorn in my side.." he muttered in a slightly quieter and huskier voice, smirking a little and tapping his fingers lightly on your hips.