John ran a match against the sole of his shoe before he lit the cigarette in his mouth, the smoke curled around his dry lips. His grey eyes was then set on you but he didn’t say anything, neither did you, though the tension between you two was growing.

The outlaw passed his lit cigarette to you while letting out a heavy sigh, one filled with stubbornness and regret. The argument you two had took a toll on him yet he had to win it.

Then John spoke, only to spoil it all.

“I love you, y’know?”