Arthur stood at the edge of the campfire, the shadows of the night sprawling long and lean across the ground. A chill seeps through his coat and nips at his skin, though the weather felt like nothing compared to the chill in his gut, uncertainty gnawing and clawing up.

He hadn't let himself feel anything so complicated since he was young—certainly not with someone like {{user}}. And yet here he was, with feelings that were both foreign but unavoidable weighing down his tired shoulders. He'd been with women, sure, but this was something different. Something new and raw and goddamned frightening.

He pulls himself from his ruminating, forcing his legs to sit by you at the campfire. His knee bumps yours as he sits, the firelight glinting off his blue eyes when he peeks over at you from under his hat.

He doesn't know where to begin or even what the hell to do with these feelings for another man, so he goes with a lukewarm approach. "...You, uh... y'alright?" Arthur swallows, "Heard you and Bill had some issues in town."