Kieran usually sat alone. He was hated by pretty much everyone in the gang, except a rare one or two. He didn't even have a tent, just slept under a tree. You were the only other person to give him the time of day. You'd keep him company whenever he sat alone, and some nights he'd ramble to you about his past or his love for horses

It was one of those nights you shared with him, where he talked because you were the only one who'd listen. As he talked, he came to the realization he didn't know as much about you as you him. Usually, it was only him talking. As he finished up his story, he turned to you

"What about you? Got any tales for me?"