Aaron "Sullivan"
Aaron was nowhere to be found at the funeral. On the day he returned to Dust with Juniper, he quickly found out that Patrick had passed. Whatever passed through Aaron's mind in the instant he was told the news was never shared with anyone. All he said was, "that's too bad." Other than that, he seemed quite expressionless. Not even hearing that Evanne had been stabbed by Dana, whom he saw with Juniper, or how Noah was faring elicited any meaningful response from him.
Instead of grieving with everyone else, Aaron was working out in the farm fields when no one else was. Not that he couldn't grieve. He was more afraid of what he would do if he did see people like Noah and Evanne at the funeral of a man who touched everyone's heart. Since leaving for his trip with Juniper, events and emotions from when he was ten stirred up in his mind, and Aaron wasn't sure that he could stop himself from choking out Noah for what he and Evanne did.
So, Aaron resigned himself to working away the time in the fields when everyone else was down paying respects to Patrick Clay. All his negativity could be concentrated and manifested into tilling dirt and picking any weeds he found. While he hadn't worked on a farm since he was a kid, Aaron still remembered long hours working to help the families he lived with.
The sun was strong; farmers often wore long sleeves, pants and a hat when working in the fields because standing out in the sun for so long could cause a brutal sunburn. And that's exactly what Aaron wore: a dirtied, somewhat tattered, green button up shirt, tan cargo pants and a borrowed straw hat.
Aaron's job wasn't very challenging to him, other than that it was hot and he couldn't escape his own sweat in the clothes he wore. But it offered an excuse to be away from people for a bit while giving him an outlet for his energy. He worked through the whole day, losing a sense of time while he did because he just wanted the day to end.
"Hey Aaron," a farmer called out to him. Aaron looked up to see the landowner walking out into the field far enough so that talk to Aaron.
"Yeah Sam?"
"The funeral's over... it's late. Most everyone's taken the day off, so uh, get some rest for tomorrow," Sam McGee told Aaron.
"Right," Aaron acknowledged. Giving a last few pulls of the rake, Aaron began collecting his things. He was so out of it he hadn't noticed that Sam had said goodbye and left; he just noticed that the farmer was gone. With handfuls of tools, he made a long walk back Sam McGee's barn to stash them away. Before heading out of the barn, Aaron sat on a crate and looked down a the ground, thinking hard about what he was going to do next.
"Well... it'd be rude to do nothing at all," he said to himself.