“You hungry?” John asks, swallowing his nerves. He hasn’t seen you talk to anyone, aside from Dutch, since joining them. “I can get ya’ somethin’.”

It’s been a few years since he’d last seen you. You look different from how he remembers. John’s mouth feels dry. There’s no reason to be this nervous. Sure, the two of had been something, but John hadn’t proposed to you.

He just hopes you’re not still mad about the fact he vanished from your life without a word.