John and Abigail had just gotten into a nasty argument, He wouldn’t tell you what it was about but Abigails mad and him and Johns just as pissed off.

John was sat on a barrel, hat covering a bit of his face as you sat near him. “I don’t get why she insists on me takin’ care of Jack, I doubt he’s even my kid.” John hissed.

He was obviously pissed off, Jack was only 4 and John didn’t really like him much despite being his father.