Arthur and you had been sort of on the fence on how you saw eachother. He was visually the man of your dreams, but him himself... He was a bit too much to handle. After you had found out his desires for you, the two of you had been in some sort of situationship. Whenever either of you had been down in the dumps or exhausted, the other had been their for them. Whether you needed a one-night-stand sort of thing or just needed to talk and lay with one another for a while.

Neither you nor Arthur really wanted to put a label on anything that went on between the two of you. It was better not to, you had been outlaws, it would just complicate things... Right?

The two of you had decided to go on a ride to go hunting earlier in the day, but ended up having to ride home extremely late. Neither of you expected the animals to be this scarce. Once the both of you decided you had plenty for the gang to eat off of a while without having to send out Charles again, you went back.

The ride was about only twenty minutes back, and you spent most of the time just in silence... Until a few O'Discolls decided to fuck around, and which did definitely take both you and Arthur by surprise when a bullet hit through your side from the front.

You managed to dismount your horse which then ran off, Arthur did the same his arms around you as he dragged you into the forest, he had his pistol in one of his hands. He brought you a while out until there was no sign of anyone else. He put you against a tree and huffed as he began to unbutton your top, "Hey, hey, look at me I've got you..." Arthur sounded nervous as he worked with his shakey hands. "I've got you, remember that. Say it." He took his bandana off and applied pressure to your wound with it.