Dutch had awoken late in the night once again to you no longer being in the cot. He was tired of waking up to your presence being gone.

He pulled on a coat and walked out of his tent. It was pitch black apart from the dying fire. You were sitting right there, bags under your eyes.

Dutch walked over to you. He knew of your insomnia. You were never really asleep but never really awake either. “Hey, darl. You’ll freeze out here…” Dutch said softly, placing one of his large hands on your back.