the last survivor you had dated had been nothing less than childish.

but Norton. oh, the prospector…

he’s older. by a handful of years, and it’s obvious by the way he carries himself, the way he’s sure of his movements. he makes sure you’re comfortable and safe before going on about the match.

and he’s staring at you, from across the dinner table in the mess hall. with hands laced together and his chin rested in the middle.