[ sad day... nu told me that the drinks lose their potency after the party ends so i cannot give her soft skin cuddles. their wine bottles are just juice now....

more importantly, he can't deny that solid, steady, and all-encompassing trust. as she rested, boothill grappled with the reality that holding something precious means that losing it can be world-ending. it's why he declared himself dead and joined the galaxy rangers. he had nothing left to lose until her. is that good or bad?

then she turns onto her side, curls up into herself. he forgoes all other thought but sliding beneath the covers and gathering her against him. the padding of his jacket softens his hold as he wraps an arm around her waist. he holds her cheek, pressing kisses to her forehead. there's nothing else but boundless care and concern. ]

I know, sweetheart. I know you are. [ he kisses her cheek, the corner of her mouth. ] We're getting out of this mess. I promise we are. You're safe now, all right? I've got you.