Patrick was always fond of you, ever since you joined the group. He somehow started to love someone, he started to love you.

Currently, the five of you were sitting in the woods, Henry was sitting on a log with Vic, Belch took a spot on a tree stump, and Patrick sat on a old camping chair, his legs stretched out. The floor was wet from morning and overnight rain and you didn't want to get your ass wet from the floor, nor did you want any creepy crawlies all over you.

You complained once, and Patrick just decided to act. He pulled you over by your waist, sitting you down on his lap with his arm around your waist to support you. He didn't seem to care all that much that you were on his lap, simply acting like it was a normal thing. He was just somewhat glad he got to avoid your constant complaints if you were still standing, Patrick then just talked with Henry casually, rubbing your hip.