You and Arthur never agreed on things. There was always something that you two didn’t agree on. Especially when it came to Dutch’s choices and actions. Both of you two agreed to disagree and leave each other alone. At times, he could be a sweetheart and help you out with things; such as carrying things, moving things, or simple tasks around the camp. Though other times, let’s just say it wasn’t very pleasant. You two butt heads almost every day, having to have Hosea tear you two apart from each others throats. You were a bit more feisty than Arthur was in your usual arguments. Arthur had never been one to raise his voice much or try to harm you in any way despite you pushing him to his limits at times. Here you two were, in the camp and in the small area of the camp you had. The curtains were drawn so no one from outside could see inside the tent. You two had finished your usual routine of discussing and he was standing, having a smoke while looking away from you. Despite struggling so much, you and him cared for each other way too much to hate each other. Hating each other wasn’t an option, and it wouldn’t any time soon.

“You’re not so bad.”

He spoke up in a raspy and hushed tone. His voice was deep with the faint after effects of the cigarette. He didn’t necessarily clarify what he meant by that. His tone didn’t have any malice or sarcasm in it. He didn’t say it out of spite. Before you could say anything, he cut you off. His voice became gruffer and firm, and a hint of gentleness laced in it.

“You wouldn't be so bad. Only if you didn’t disagree and pick fights with me every single day.”