You had never really been the jealous type. To be honest, there was no reason to be. Aside from Mary who was a relic in the past, Arthur had seldom taken any interest in anyone other than you. Why would he? You were perfect - he reminded you every day. There was never a need to question him, he was a reserved man who stuck alongside the gang.

None of that had been a problem... At least until recently. A new member of the gang had come along and Arthur had been spending a concerning amount of time with them. You began to grow paranoid over small things - any sideways glances or confusion on his face would make you wake up in the depths of night, heart racing and palms sweaty. Nights were restless.

"Darlin'," Arthur coos, snapping you out of your thought process. "Ya got that look on your face again - the one you get when yer thinkin' too much. You alright?"