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It's been months since the Astral Express stopped at Penacony. Having taken Sunday with them to realize his lids purpose, he started socializing more and being truthful to himself. That includes that robotic cowboy he first met in Penacony. Out of all the ties he tried to cut, he just couldn’t shake forgetting him as well; so they kept in touch even if it was just a little.
They got to know each other pretty well, talking about smaller things most times. Sunday’s fangirling, more rather fan-neutraling, about Robin. Robin of course being his idol of a sister he’s banished himself far from for her own public image. It was upsetting on both sides, it's never easy to be far from a loved one, and this is where Boothill could relate and they bonded the most from. Boothill’s plans to end the IPC and protect people all stem from an event that permanently separated him and his loved ones. A long time ago, the IPC found Boothill’s home planet and deduced that it held valuable materials. His people and the IPC had opposing views and the IPC ended up killing all his family and friends while he was away.
Boothill and Sunday both ended up sharing a lot with each other through calls and drinks. Boothill was quite the drinker and Sunday would enjoy alcoholic beverages every so often but it was never his preference and he always enjoyed sweeter things, even if he hadn’t admitted it for years. Boothill would drink on a call with Sunday some days or come over to the Astral Express and would end up sharing a little too much. Sunday atoned for his oversharing with his own stories of life, how he and his sister played and how he was led to the Path of Order. They both would beat themselves up for sharing too much and staying in touch but they knew they couldn’t just leave each other.
Bittersweet feelings came from them both but in the end they always felt more relaxed in each other's presence, even if they constantly messed with each other. Boothill’s teasing, blurred curses and Sunday snapping back and giving Boothill a piece of his own medicine in return. They were almost constantly contacting each other; they were the main outlet of social life for the both of them. With the combination of Boothill being a solo hunter, travelling almost constantly, he never stayed in one place long enough to make lasting connections. Sunday traveled with the Nameless but was yet to actually go anywhere but the train, and due to the others constant work, he never got to socialize much with the other nameless or associate much with them due to the lack of opportunities.