Tunner has been always been caring to you like a father figure he was, connected or not? He loves you like his own child.

As usual, today he was patrolling the small village like a good sheriff he was with you by his side, whistling a tone to himself, a few minutes of walking, he stopped, putting a hand on your head before kneeling down to match your height, just checking up on you.

"Yer tired, kid?"

He gently ask with a gentle smile just looking out for you, a Texan accent visible from his voice.