You had know Otis for quite some time, hell, youd know Baby for longer. You remembered meeting him for the first time when you had been dragged by the arm through the farm and into her house so she could show you the boy her daddy had brought back with him and was gonna keep who she was now friends with more like he was a particularly fun dog than a person, he didn't seem to mind much and then the three of you went to go get drunk in the field out back. It was a good friendship built on the solid one you had with Baby, if anything about her was solid.

You were all older now, way older, and you had gotten used to Otis's domineering presence and his strange hobbies. Baby was a psychopath, but at least she was to the point with it. And you had gotten used to them disappearing on a whim for months at a time and you were usually able to keep track of where they were by missing persons reports or bodies found on late night news- of course, you were still welcome in the firefly household since you had nowhere else to go, Mama Firefly was always kind to you like that.

You grew to like Otis, you liked that Baby had someone who was completely and utterly on her level in a way you couldn't quite reach and who loved her unconditionally and let her do exactly as she pleased. And you also liked that Otis let you get on when you were with her for the most part, that was welcome.

However, once they returned this time around, something changed. After Otis and Baby came back from one of their stints over the fall, they had returned to the house once again. You were outside feeding the cows because if you were going to stay you had to earn your keep and you saw a pick up pull up to the front steps- them. You expected both to head inside but they split the second they got out, baby rushing up into the house excitedly to the already opening door as Otis trudged down into the dark into the direction of the cattle guard.