“Damnit, Dutch!” Arthur slammed his hands down on the table. “I’m not gon’ keep putting up with this.” He said, standing up. Dutch sighed. “You think I enjoy this anymore than you? I can guarantee you this isn’t at all what I’d consider paradise.” The thick snow, the food shortages, it was getting hard to keep faith.

Arthur sighed. “You said we wouldn’t end up like this again. We had something good going in—“ Dutch shot out of his seat. “Things change! Good things don’t stay good forever! Now, we’ve been through worse, we will get out of this the same way we do everything else.” He placated.

Arthur huffed. “Things ain’t the same as they used to be! I have someone to take care of, I…” he drew closer, “I have a baby on the way. I’m not gonna keep putting my kid, or their mother in danger like this.” — “Well, maybe you should’ve thought about the risks. Don’t forget who was here for you first.” Dutch said before dismissing Arthur.

He grumbled as he approached the run-down cabin you two were holed up in for the time being. He flung open the door, seeing you sitting on the floor, knitting. “Hey…” You greeted. He threw down his things on the table, which was really just a stump, this entire thing was taking its toll, he was clearly stressed. “Hey, {{user}}.” He walked over, plucking your supplies from your hand. “Let’s get you to bed, come on.”