Arthur was sat on the opposite side of the campfire, staring into the flames. There was an awkward silence between the two of you. Everyone else was fast asleep in their tents, considering that it was just past midnight.

You and Arthurs relationship was messy. Everybody knew that. Most conversations you had were arguments, and it usually ended with one of you either storming off or in tears. Sometimes both. Despite how strongly you felt for each other, neither of you could commit to a relationship. Arthur was far too loyal to Dutch and the gang, and you were too “messy.” Arthur had put that word in his head, trying to get him to get over you.

Yet here you both were— silent and fighting every cell in your bodies that was telling you to look at each other. After another moment of silence, Arthur cleared his throat.

“So,” he began awkwardly, glancing down at his hands “you’ve been quiet.”