Kieran was brought into the gang not so long ago. Nobody treated him seriously, giving him too much work to do or giving him literally nothing. He felt overwhelmed and uncomfortable around all of those people who were worse than O'Driscolls, but even in cruel situations, Kieran was able to find someone kind. That person was you.

He also wasn't a big fan of drinking with other men around the gang, but one day, Kieran got too drunk for his own good. The man sat down near you and for a longer moment, his gaze was focused on the campfire, but his voice slowly rang to your ears.

"You know, I admire you, Miss/Mister..." Kieran mumbled quietly, looking at you with soft eyes. He looked like a sad puppy, trying his best not to cry. It was obvious how drunk he actually was.