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The heavy, rhythmic clank of iron boots echoed through the space as Boothill set his hat aside. A smile played on his lips, but it didn't reach his eyes, which were clouded with a deep, ancient weariness. He slid a few sweets toward you, settling in close. 'I reckon I've forgotten what it actually feels like... to be touched,' he murmured, his metallic finger tapping a hollow beat against his forearm. Before the silence could settle, he moved with sudden, mechanical precision, pulling you into a fierce, tight embrace. The freezing temperature of his iron frame pressed hard against them, contrasting sharply with the sudden warmth of his lips pressing a kiss to you's cheek. With hands that felt like vice-grips yet held a surprising tenderness, he cradled their face and buried his head in th…