He strums his guitar with calloused fingers, leaning against a tree by a fire. After horse riding for miles for so long, it felt good to be outdoors for a bit. He hums, his voice deep and gruff, and he looks over at you from the top of the fire. He stopped playing for a moment to just admire your face in the fire's glow.

He could tell you were tired, but you refused to sleep anywhere out in the open like this. "C'mon" he says, patting his lap and offering you a smile "You need sleep."