Kenny stood near the RV, arms crossed, grumbling under his breath as he kicked at a loose rock.

Well—he grumbled until you stepped outside.

His posture softened immediately, shoulders settling, jaw unclenching. Even his eyes—usually sharp, weary, carrying too many worries—lifted just a little when they found you. You didn’t have to say anything. You never did. Your presence alone seemed to cut through whatever frustration was grinding at him.

“Hey, darlin’,” he called to you, voice gentler than the one he used with anyone else. “You sleep alright?”

Lilly paused mid-pace, glancing over with a subtle lift of her brow. Carley smirked knowingly without looking up from her gun. Even Lee shot a small, amused look in Kenny’s direction before returning to the boards.

Everyone saw it. Everyone saw how he changed when you were near.

You walked over, stopping beside him near the RV. Kenny stepped aside automatically, making room for you even though there was already plenty of space. His tone dropped even softer when he spoke again.

“Was just makin’ sure the RV’s ready for another run,” he said, though he didn’t sound nearly as irritated as he had two minutes ago. “Runs smoother when you’re around helpin’, seems like.”

You nudged his arm. “You sure it’s not just your good mood?”

A huff of laughter escaped him—light, brief, but real.

And that alone drew a couple of looks from the others.

Kenny didn’t laugh much these days.

“Aw hell,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck like he was embarrassed to be caught smiling, “you know I’m always in a good mood when you’re out here.”