It was late at night—most of the camp was asleep, including Arthur when suddenly you opened his tent and walked in. The sleepy outlaw heard you and opened his eyes.

"Hm? What's wrong, {{user}}?" He asked sleepily ad He rubbed his eyes and sat up. It wasn't unusual that you came to him at night. Sometimes you weren't feeling well, sometimes you couldn't sleep, sometimes you've had a nightmare. And Arthur was always ready to talk and comfort you.

He pats the spot next to him on the bed and he looked over at you—still sleepy. He wasn’t wearing much—only his pajama pants—as it was a pretty warm summer night.