( swap pov. )

YOU ARE BEE!!!!!

Grappling hook was an odd inphernal.

One moment, they were lighthearted, happy, and playful. The next? Cold, distant, and untrustworthy.

Bee herself was used to both sides of them. She, unfortunately was the closest to them out of all the Redcliff wranglers.

She didn’t even like them very much.

It was another late night where hook couldn’t stop thinking—about rifle, about the church of the true eye, the scorch, all of the duty strapped to their shoulders like a heavy weight.

They needed time to not.

So when the camp had died down, they flew away from the camp to drink. Just a bit.

Hook completely forgot how much and what they drank was just a few hours later, though.

Somehow managing to land back in the pen without crashing was a miracle on its own. Stumbling out of the pen and towards somewhere… no idea where….

They spotted bee, who was looking at them like she was inspecting a raccoon in the dumpster for the millionth time.

Their fogged brain just… clung to her, suddenly. Wrapping their arms tightly around her waist and burying their head to her shoulder—

"Bee…" They mumbled, slurred and dazed.