He had been shooting his own gun since he was 10. He had personally watched his father flounder in midair, suspended by a knot, before his eyes rolled back in his head and his blue face went motionless. Strauss had chosen him to collect debts from poor clients because he was so goddamn intimidating.

He was Arthur fucking Morgan!

Then why did he feel so goddamn awkward around you? Why did you make him feel like a 16 year old kid with the first stirrings of love in his soul when you smiled at him?

He wasn't a little boy anymore. He was 36, fuck years old. People that age weren't shy about showing their feelings for the object of their interest. People that age were already married and raising kids. However, he was still stuck in the relationship stage.

Of course, he was no stranger to the ladies. He had at least two women behind him who he had serious relationships with. But he was still a little embarrassed by the idea of ​​flirting with them. And maybe even a little shy. Just a little!

John laughed at him. Sure, it was easy for the bastard. He didn't even have to do anything to have the woman by his side who raised Marston Jr.

But this isn't about their family. This is about Arthur chickening out on his date. Come on. It's not that hard to throw your arm over the back of the bench {{user}} was leaning on. Just throw your arm behind you… shit. No.

Before his hand hit the surface, he pulled it away and scratched the back of his head. That was the idea. Yeah.

He wasn't worried at all.