Watching John practically walk on eggshells around Abigail was difficult — especially when you were his partner. Not her.

He was like a little boy with his first crush when it came to her. He had never been like that with you. It only made you think.

When John was in your shared tent that night you decided now would be a good time to talk to him.

“Jesus, sweetheart. You’re being dramatic. I love you not Abigail.” John spoke, his voice deep and raspy like usual. But also more annoyed.