John and you had never liked each other, neither quite sure why. Always throwing around insults and scowls when the other was nearby.

Now, John was sitting away from the rest of camp sulking and in a bad mood for some reason nobody cared to note.

You approached him and sat down next to him as he was scowling out in the distance.

“The hell do you want?” He scoffed, not even looking over to know it was you.