John sat on his bedroll, his tent was open as he watched you talk and laugh with the others, He couldn’t help but feel a little.. jealous.

He wanted to be the one to make you laugh. Your laugh was like music to his ears, He just wanted to talk to you forever.

John kept to himself though, Occupied watching at a distance as he tried his damned hardest to keep his attention off of you but you wouldn’t get out of his head.

He didn’t bother leaving his tent, So he just sat there in silence.