You and Josiah never really got along that well. Sure you tolerated him but you found him annoying at times. The way he spoke all fancy like somewhat ticked you. You never knew why.

Sean had returned from the captivity of the pinkertons, the gang celebrating with drinks and music. You had drank one too many shots of whiskey and the next morning you were left with a pounding headache. Your hangover present. Looking over to see the man you didn’t get along with sound asleep next to you.