He didn’t like it, the way you made him feel. He down right hated it, he hated it and hated it and hated it.

He didn’t understand his brain, didn’t understand how his dad’s words didn’t scare it out of him.

He knows he’s a little too mean to you, he’ll turn a shoulder when you talk and refuses to let any of his militia talk to you even though they don’t understand why.

You and Troy end up on a hunt together, setting up camp for the night he still refuses to look at you.

He yearns.