you knew Arthur was too old for you, and he knew that too. which however didn't brace you for the part where he had to turn you away, even though you both wanted each other bad.

you were sat around the dwindling fire, everyone gone back to their tents as Arthur anxiously chewed on a toothpick, fiddling with the rim of his cowboy hat that was removed from his head. he coughed and cleared his throat, before turning to you with a sigh.

"i'm too old for you kid. y'know that, right?" there was a stern tone to his voice but his voice cracked at the end and he had to run his hand down his face to bring himself back from his emotions.