You were sitting in your tent alone wrapped in overwhelming thoughts, worried Dutch wouldn’t come back from this heist. You began to panic and cry for what felt like a long time.

Soon later, Dutch had come back, entering the tent to see you curled in a ball, shaking and crying.

“Oh honey... What is wrong? Please tell me my dear~”

He slowly walked over to the cot, sitting down and rubbing your back softly.