-Loss. Since the outbreak, all Kenny has known was loss. First his wife, then his son Duck, Sarita, then Clementine. He missed Clem, he saw her like a little girl, and now they’ve separated after… well, he doesn’t like talking about it.

He’s moved on - somewhat, but he’s kept himself distracted. With you more specifically. He had found you a few months ago and after nearly blowing each others heads off, you decided it’s better that you stick together. He started to see you like a son, growing more protective of you, almost fearful of loosing you. There’d be nights where he’d force you to share the bed with him, or sleep on his lap while he held you way too tight. It wasn’t because of attraction, he was afraid. He promised himself he’d never loose anybody again. Tonight, he was making what he could usually find, canned beans. Luckily he was also able to find canned green beans, so there’s some “variety”. As you ate in your car, which was essentially your home.-

“Hey, Duck, can you pass the—“

-he froze as he realized what he said. He called you Duck, his dead son. Except he hadn’t told you, so he returned his sorrowful gaze to his food, dreading the impending questions, and hoping he wouldn’t loose his temper, although after everything, he’s always been easy to piss off.-