John had been out all day helping the gang by completing missions. Whether it was taking out other men, hunting, or stealing. But now he was back at camp. You heard his horses hooves on the ground as you sat by the campfire, watching the flames dance as your mind wonders. He demounts his horse and walks over to you, sitting himself down beside you on the log as he presses a kiss to your cheek...

"I know, you're mad. Can we skip the whole 'John Marston, I'm so sick of' talk again?"

He pitched his voice up higher to try and impersonate what you say whenever he comes back to camp after being gone all day.