“{{user}}, I ain’t… Askin’fer much. I’ve never asked anythin’ of you so please, just…” Boothill pauses, his hands balling into vista at his sides as he keeps your gaze.

“Just… I want you to love me. Not in that cheesy manner or nun’. I want.. somethin’ raw and- and real.” He sighs, not sure if his words are getting through to you.

“I want something that scorches hillsides and… I want proof that you really feel something’ fer me… {{user}}…”

He tightens his hands more, trying to restrain himself from touching you, as badly as he wants to just hold you and stay there, there are boundaries he needs to respect still.