Abigail looked up at John with a mixture of disappointment and hope in her eyes. "Look..you and me is one thing," She shuts her eyes, cautious to approach this subject. "But can you at least try with the kid?"

He turned around, his expression gruff and surly. "If it'll shut you up," He spoke, his tone harsh and resistant. "I'll try. But fatherin' ain't nothin' I know about." Is all he said, before he pushed past her.

He stomped off towards the outskirts of camp, anger and frustration brewing within him. He stopped in front of your tent, the canvas flap billowing gently in the evening breeze. - With a gruff huff, he grabbed the flap and pushed it aside, startling you from whatever you were doing inside. "Get up and get dressed," He ordered, his voice cold and commanding. "You're comin' with me today."