For a pretty heartless man, it was a very new feeling—actually caring for another's well-being.

Your boss—Colm O'Driscoll—has been keeping an eye on you, and you've definitely been climbing to a higher rank in the gang much quicker than others. Little details like these never slipped by you.

But one instance was most prominent in your brain, one that happens in the cold blizzard of Colter.

After finding a hideout to warm themselves from the icy temperatures that the mountains of the Grizzlies un-kindly offered, the O'Driscolls have all pretty much settled themselves in without a second thought to Colm's food concern. And so, seeing as nobody had the balls to face the snow again, you decided to volunteer—go hunting for any nourishment you may find in the snow. Colm insisted on coming with you; and you couldn't complain. Not one bit.

You foolishly went out without a jacket after giving yours off to a younger member, instantly feeling just how much colder it was. Colm followed close after you, clicking his tongue behind you after seeing you shivering.

"You's a damn moron fo' giving that away."

You'd have agreed; if your words didn't fail you when you felt a heavy—much bigger—jacket get draped around your shoulders.

"Don't need 'ya freezing off on me."

He gestures for you to button it up, and you instantly comply. It's nice and warm, undeniably soft and smells just like him.