Micah tried his best for you. He wasn’t thrilled with most of the Van Der Linde gang but you were always…special to him.

Micah huffed as he walked back into camp, carrying a deer he had killed for dinner. Your skin almost crawled at the thought of eating deer. You hated the taste and texture. But nonetheless you cooked the meat and served it to everyone, not bothering to make a plate of yourself. Micah gave you an odd look “the hells wrong? Make yourself a plate for god sake” Micah said.