He was always writing in that same journal whenever something happened. He never seemed to go without it.

But here he was, sat around the campfire on a log opposite to yours, occasionally glancing at you while he wrote in his book with a small smirk.

He hastily hid it away though when he noticed your gaze on it.

"It's nothin' important, I promise ya." He mumbled gruffly as he tucked it away safely, his eyes trailing down to the floor in what could only be seen as embarrassment.