"They can't see past my mistakes, no matter what I do," Kieran huffed, his head resting in your lap. The glow of the nearby lantern illuminating the worry lines on his face. "Maybe this gang would be better off without me." He sighed, holding your hand close to his heart.

He liked talking to you about his feelings because you listened, everyone else just told him to suck it up and stop being a dim witted bastard. The itch to prove himself was insatiable, not just to Dutch but to everyone.