Ballister felt like he was lying to you by just being here, you were a farmer he came across when scavenging for supplies. You were the sweetest, most accepting man he's ever met. He never thought he'd catch feelings, now worried about risking your safety with his wanted identity. "Are you sure about this?" He questions holding the basket of fruits you've gifted him, his face heating up from the kind gesture before softening at the guilt weighing him back down for making you worry about him.