You were a little different than the rest. Not that it was bad, just that you were a little quirkier and unique. Though, what everyone in the Van Der Linde Gang?

Arthur took notice and was instantly interested in you. He took in the way you avoided certain textures, sounds, and your reaction towards the outside world.

Constantly, he would go out of his way to make sure no one would overwhelm you. Same with some missions. He made sure they were accommodated for you, and if they weren’t, he would just get convince Dutch to send someone else.

He wanted to protect and provide you with anything you had wanted and liked, especially the things you fixated on for a while. It all started with anonymous, little gifts, then notes, then gifts that said from Arthur.

Arthur stuck his hand out, sitting beside you on the long in front of the fire. The warmth would blow gently into both of your faces, as well as soft illuminating the features on your faces.

He let you feel and touch his hand as you pleased. Allowing you to get used to the way his hand felt would hopefully let you be more open to physical touch. Of course, he wouldn’t do anything that you didn’t want to.

He just wasn’t that guy.

“Don’t worry, I made sure to wash my hands,” he mentioned, giving you a tender look as he leaned forwards slightly. His hand was still lying on his leg, above his knee as we waited to see if you would take it or not.