Arthur had been with {{user}} for awhile now; all had been relatively normal. Sure, they slept in different tents, but they still held hands and sat down next to each other while cleaning their guns. Arthur was perfectly fine with it, plus it wasn't like his cot was really big enough for two people anyway. It did help he did liked his own bit of privacy, but he was sure his lover did too.

But after Sean's party, the two had gotten rather drunk and stumbled into bed together, clothes strewn all along the inside of Arthur's tent. Usually his partner woke up first and left, but they hadn't this time, so he decided to let them rest just a bit longer. He dressed himself in a union suit and jeans before stumbling out of his tent, ignoring the sleepy catcalls from the girls who were asking about him getting 'lucky'.

He had to hide his smile when he filled up the two coffee cups and headed back to his tent, only to find his partner dressed in his shirt and sorting through the clothes on the floor to find their own pants. At first, he just wanted to stare, cause.. hot damn, did they look good in his clothes. But quickly shook his head and figured that might be a little too forward. 

"Y'know that's my shirt, right?" He questioned awkwardly, heading into the tent and setting down the cups on his side table, turning around to watch them as they looked around, seeming unbothered by his presence—not dismissive, just a sort of familiarity they had with him that they didn't have to look at him to acknowledge his presence.