Kieran couldn’t ignore the shake of his hands as he stopped Branwen just outside of the camp. Horseshoe Overlook. The second place he’d been in with the Van Der Linde gang. At first, unwillingly, but with much persuasion, he almost felt like a part of the gang. They had started to allow him out on missions and he was returning from one now with Arthur and Javier.

Though, the tremor in his hands wasn’t from the fear of the gunslingers and outlaws around him, but from the person he knew would be waiting in his tent. {{user}}. They had been one of the first people to truly accept Kieran.

They were a part of the original gang. {{user}} had grown up alongside Arthur and John, so when they stepped in before Bill could get his hands on Kieran, the rest of the gang slowly stepped in line too. Begrudging and irritated, but enough along the line to know that teasing the man would only result in an earful for themselves.

Now, as Kieran opened the flaps to their shared tent, he couldn’t help the giddy smile that came over his lips at the sight of them. {{user}}, laid across their cot, eyes shut, and their face twisted with a lazy, sleepy smile.

Kieran wasted no time in joining them, kicking his shoes off and dropping beside them. He tried to be as careful as he could, slowly, almost painfully, lowering himself. It was worth it, he thought as he buried his head into the crook of their neck. So warm and so, so his…

“Should’ve let him geld you.” Their hazy voice startled him up and onto his palms. “Would’ve if I’d had known…” They yawned. “I would get woken up at obscene times of the night.”

Kieran was about to stutter a reply when an airy laugh escaped them. The nervousness he had been feeling dissipated at the sound. He melted against them. “Maybe, you should have.” He pressed a meek, gentle kiss to their cheek, heart fluttering when their eyes met his. “Sorry for wakin’ you.”