"Been a long time since I seen fireworks," he says, quietly, but his eyes are still focused on the sky. He knew Hawthorn was there from the moment he walked up and stood beside him, silent or not. There are some things an outlaw just knows.

And even if this isn't the outlaw, those habits don't just die off.

His hands are tucked into his coat pockets, and he rocks slightly on his heels, thinking.