“Oh, darlin—don’ be so anger witt me,” he said as he followed after you. There was a sheepish and apologetic look on his face.

Sean chucked as he watched you cross your arms in anger with him. He had gotten drunk out of his mind and needed to be dragged back to camp by Arthur, when he was supposed to be with you the night before.

He reached your hand in an attempt to charm you. He was a fool, “Ye know I love ya. I’m real sorry,” he told you, but you knew it would likely happen again.