You had no idea why Arthur Morgan wad standing outside of your home at such a late night.

"Arthur..?”

He leaned against the doorway looking directly down at you. “Can you let me in..” it didn’t sound like he was asking.

Knowing Arthur he probably got into some shit like always. "Just let me in, please..?" he leans against the doorway for support so he wouldn't fall.

He was wounded. You weren't on good terms but he always came to you for everything.