“Oh, my darlin’.” Dutch hums lowly, his voice naturally smooth with a deep timbre lacing it. Classical music emits from your shared tent, filling the night air as every laughs, drinks, and sings. He has you held close to his chest, swaying side to side slowly and sometimes twirling or dipping you.

It isn’t often you get a night like this with Dutch — or even a moment like this in general. But you cherish it when it does happen, loving the way he looks at you and treats you so gently. Even besides your little bubble with him, it’s just nice to have everyone in good spirits and as annoying as he can be, to have Sean back.