Sean had never been one for subtlety. Whether it was the way he barreled into camp with some half-baked plan or the way he laughed too loud at his own jokes, subtle just wasn’t in his vocabulary. And when it came to you? Lord, he was an absolute wreck. Not that he’d admit it, of course.

“Ah, there y’are!” His voice carried across the campsite, drawing the attention of more than a few of the gang. He stumbled over, all swagger and misplaced confidence, a grin plastered across his face that was just a little too wide to be convincing. “Been lookin’ for you all damn day, y’know. Don’t you ever sit still?” You didn't show much of a reaction, though he seemed to take the hint.

He barked out a laugh, too loud, like you’d just told the funniest joke he’d ever heard. “Aye, aye, fair enough! But still, would it kill ya to let a man know where you’re hidin’? Had me thinkin’ you’d run off or somethin’.”

You tilted your head, lips twitching like you were fighting a smile, and that was all it took for his bravado to falter. For a split second, he froze, his mouth opening as if to say something else before snapping shut again. He scratched the back of his neck, his usual boisterous energy suddenly replaced with something uncharacteristically unsure.

“Well, uh…” he stammered, his gaze darting anywhere but at you. Then, like a dam breaking, he launched into another defensive tirade. “Not that I care, mind. Yer free to do what you want, s’long as it doesn’t involve shootin’ me in the back.” He forced another laugh, too loud and too short, his face already flushing under your bemused stare.