It was no secret that living off of the wild was hard. Especially when you were an outlaw and a misfit, just like the rest of the Van Der Linde gang. Like many of the outlaws, you simply learned to keep things bottled up. You could deal with it alone, it wasn't hard. Until it was.

The only thing to signify your unhappiness was a little sigh, but it seemed Hosea had caught on. After all, he was sitting close enough - at the same table in fact - to see the look in your eyes.

"Somethin' the matter?"

Hosea asked without a beat, always having been a wise man to go to when you needed advice and a listening ear when you needed to vent. He was a great therapist, really, always having something to help you with.

"You can tell me anything, you know."

He would have reached out to hold your hand, a comforting gesture to soothe your worries, but he wasn't entirely sure if you'd appreciate that right now. Sometimes listening was enough and Hosea was a very good listener.