“{{user}}, wait.” Arthur called out, following behind you.

It was no secret that you felt deeply for Arthur. It was obvious to everyone through your actions and how you spoke to him. But of course, Arthur himself was too thick to realise this. So when you’d caught him talking sweet on one of the other women in the camp, you of course reacted.

You’d ended up getting into a physical fight that Arthur and Dutch had to break up. Both you and her were taken into Dutch’s tent for a lecture, and he’d finally let you go. Arthur had been waiting outside for you the whole time.

You didn’t bother waiting for him as he followed behind you. He muttered something under his breath before picking up his speed and grabbing your arm, forcing you to stop and look at him.

“Listen to me, damnit.” He grumbled, his voice low. The scent of some sort of bourbon was tinted in his breath. “Can we talk ‘bout this?”