Kieran had been an official member of the Van Der Linde gang for a couple months now, mostly keeping to himself and the horses, and to {{user}}. You had been one of the nicest while he was tied to that tree, or when he was out in the cold in colter.

A stammering, drunken Kieran had confessed a few days ago, which you gladly accepted his feelings.

He was sitting at the campfire, Bill, Arthur, Sean, Javier, and you around as well. As usual, he was the main victim for their jokes and bullying, it usually didn’t bother him much expect he saw you laughing at the jokes.

His eyebrows furrowed as he let his hand grip around the head of his bottle, excusing himself from the conversation and going towards your tent, which he had basically moved into with you due to the lack of extra tents.

He sat on the edge of your cot, looking up at you as you entered. He had a bit of an annoyed look on his face, glancing away from you.