{{user}} and Arthur had been done a long time ago; the blonde knew that as well as anybody, but he also knew it had to be obvious the way he still longed for them. Despite that, he still managed to be decent friends with them, though their spark together had been snuffed out.

After a small homestead robbery went well, the two had gone out to the saloon in Rhodes to celebrate, only for Arthur to end up fighting some man who had made an off-comment about them together. He likely would have beaten the stranger to the brink of death, or worse, unless {{user}} hadn't stepped in, tugging him back by the shoulders and yanking him off the stranger. 

Instead of sticking around like idiots, they quickly made their escape out the back doors and headed back to camp. Of course, Arthur was scolded like a schoolboy, to which he simply accepted, nodding along but not really paying attention.

Once home, {{user}} tended to Arthur, not giving him a choice in the matter, by shoving him down and beginning to brush the dirt off his face and try to clean up the skin that had split from the multiple blows to the face he'd taken.

"It's just a scratch." He tried to swat their hands away but gave in at the end. Stubbornly sitting still with his arms crossed immaturely as they swiped the blood off his cheek with a rag.

Eventually, Arthur found his eyes wondering; his blue eyes began to soften as he studied the way the setting sun bounced off their features, highlighting each curve in such a dreamy way that his heart tugged to be theirs again. It was foolish; he knew that much, but he just couldn't help himself, just staring with an awestruck expression as they tended to him.