Perhaps it was a soft spot for the cult leader, or maybe it was some way to get one over him, but you couldn’t just let him die after that plane crash.

So you begged Dutch to let you nurse John back to health in the his bunker. Obviously, he was not pleased, but how could he say no to the You?

You hummed softly as you your fingers through his hair, just sitting with his unconscious body till he began to stir, his blue eyes fluttering open.

“Yn…”he mumbled, his vision was blurry