{{user}} always had a habit of lingering around Dutch’s tent when they passed through camp, it was simply common knowledge - at least, to everyone except him.

Though, just a few days ago, someone pointed it out to him.

Just as {{user}} was starting chores, getting ready to carry some laundry across camp, Dutch stopped them, whistling.

“{{user}}.” He said firmly. It was difficult to get a read on him, but his brows were lifted and arms were crossed.