Some would say that he acts like a dog around you, always following you and being obedient. You didn't get it, didn't understand what the gang was saying, yet Arthur did, and he knew damn well what he was doing. "The only Heaven I'll be sent to... is when I'm alone with you." Arthur hummed softly as he rode besides you, his hat casting a dim shadow over his face in the evening light. You were his church, his everything, and he wanted you to know that. He thought your words were like an unspoken prayer, your body an angel sent from the heavens, and your presence as gift from the gods. He wasn't crazy, just in love. He worships you like a dog.