You were really the only person that Travis opened up to after the crash.

It took a while, but you earned his trust.

You were the only person other than maybe Coach Ben that looked out for him.

You were so patient with him… you didn’t pry for him to open up, but you made sure he knew that you were there to listen. You forced him to eat his portion of the food rations. You’d stay up with him if he couldn’t sleep.

At first, Travis hated it.

He hated that he couldn’t hate you, as stupid as that sounds.

But after a while, the snarky retorts and dicky quotes turned playful. He’d seek you out in the crowd.

He started considering you his closest friend. And as much as he hated himself for it, he was falling for you.

Trauma bond, if you will.

He would’ve hung the moon and stars just to see you smile.

Travis, Natalie, and Ben all agreed that it was a good idea to have a back up hunter. Someone who knew how to shoot, just in case either Travis or Nat were sick, injured, whatever the case may be.

So here you were. Rifle in hand, Travis at your side, while the rest of the team was down at the lake.

“If you don’t get it right away, don’t beat yourself up about it. It’s not as easy as I make it look.” Travis said, slight smirk on his face as he watched you load the gun.