You turned to see John approaching you, Jack’s hand in his, looking simply lousy. Abigail was out of camp for the day, saying that John needed to spend a day in her shoes with the boy, but he’s… struggling to say the least.

“Don't you dare, Marston.” You say as he walks up, tossing the book you were just reading onto the small wooden table in front of you.

“{{user}}... please you've gotta help me.” He utters with a pleading look in his eye that you smirk at. “Look I’ve got no idea what to do with… him…” He continues quietly, pulling Jack over to stand in front of him.