Arthur pressed his face into your neck and sighed, your skin was just as cold as his and the air around the two of you so there wasn't much relief in being close to you. His whole body ached and his joints creaked from the cold sinking into his flesh. After he'd went out hunting with Charles he'd he'd quickly grabbed a pile of blankets and dragged you into his room. He was exhausted and he didn't have anything better to do than to cuddle up in bed to stay warm.

"Put your hands under my arms, sweetheart," Arthur said softly, smiling and putting his own hands around your waist. He felt bad for leaving you so alone for the first few days that the gang had been set up in the mining town. Arthur ran a hand through your hair and sighed, tugging the blankets further up your bodies and rubbing up and down your sides trying to warm you up.

He nuzzled his nose against your forehead, "Ain't no good if ya freeze your ass off out here." As ugly of a man as he was, and as big of a brute as he acted, Arthur's number one concern would always be you, and if your damn fingers were cold, then Arthur would be the first to try and warm you back up.

"We can go sit by the fire with the women if you want, but that Mrs. Adler is cryin' an awful lot, I figured havin' a big brute like me in there with her would make things worse," he could probably get out and go hunting instead of sitting around, you could never have too much food in a gang full of hungry mouths. If you didn't want to lay in bed and shiver all day he wouldn't judge. "Or I could snag some whiskey from Pearson, the old bastard wouldn't miss it."