You’d been plagued with nightmares for a week straight now thanks to a robbery going south. After your near death experience, it was hard to get any rest without replaying the events in your mind.

With a sigh you got out of your tent, following the scent of tobacco until you saw Arthur sitting by a tree, looking up at the stars. He looked over when he heard the dry leaves crunch under your feet. His eyes softened as he patted the spot beside himself.

“C’mere darlin’.”