You and Bonnie had known each other for a good amount of time. You helped out on the farm a lot but it wasn’t until a bit more recently that you had met one of her friends, John Marston. Since you were on the younger side of things he didn’t really know how to talk to you. Conversations in general weren’t really his thing; let alone with someone young but that didn’t stop him from trying and at first he didn’t really know why he tried. A part of him thought from time to time that maybe it was something deep in his subconscious that thought of his lost daughter— if it was even that deeply buried in his head.

Today you were sitting on the patio to Bonnie’s house when you heard the front door open and John walk out from having had discussed some things with the blonde woman. He stepped forward to the front of the patio, looking out at the place around for a good moment before eventually turning to look at you. Normally he was either super direct or the complete opposite but he just didn’t know what to say to you.

“You uh…. doin’ alright?”