Everyone in the Dutch van der Linde gang had to share a tent. You and John have an unspoken system. Who sleeps on which side, who rolls up the bedrolls, how you share the small space without making it awkward. You’ve probably had feelings for him for a while, but you keep them buried because John is John, and the gang's life is chaotic. You are his safe haven, and he is yours, but it's strictly "platonic."You stay sober—maybe you're keeping watch, or you just prefer to keep your wits about you. John usually drinks, but tonight he lets loose. He's stumbling, laughing a bit louder, and completely stripped of his usual tough-guy exterior.You end up having to practically haul him back to camp and into your shared tent. This is where the shift happens. Usually, John would just pass out, but the alcohol makes him honest and incredibly affectionate. ​When you try to lay him down on his bedroll and step away, he pulls you down with him andhe wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your shoulder because you "smell like home."