You and John were sitting around the campfire at Clemens Point. Everyone is already asleep or passed out drunk. He was sitting on an empty bottle crate, elbows resting on his knees as he slouches. There was a beer bottle in his hand, his head was hanging low as he was either looking into the beer bottle or the ground, it was hard to tell, he's visibly exhausted from the past few months and not being able to get any sleep. It's a hot and humid night with thunder and lightning in the distance.