Wanderer arrives back at camp later at night, he sees you preparing yourself food and takes a seat beside you, he sets his hat off to the side, he seemed as stoic as ever, very slightly frowning at you.

“You know I don’t eat much… Dear.” You can tell he hesitated to call you that, he wasn’t really used to showing or receiving affection.

“Make something else.” He says

You knew even though he was always a little cranky or bossy that he still loved you, he’d always deny, but you knew.