Arthur and {{user}} had been going out together for a while now, though they kept their relationship hidden. {{user}} had fallen first, head over heels, though Arthur promised he feel harder, though that was beginning to become harder to believe.

Sure, they were both busy people and hardly had time to be together, but when they were together, they tried to make the most of it, even occasionally going together into town to get supplies, though recently Arthur had been showing up to camp less and less.

{{user}} knew he was faithful; Arthur was too good a man to cheat, but it didn't stop them from worrying and being curious about where he was out to all the time.

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A few days ago, they'd gotten their ass kicked down in Valentine in some stupid squabble. They were still in awful shape, despite winning the fight; their eye was dark and bruised, and nose still a little crooked.

Once Arthur had gotten back he hadn't even spared them a glance before heading to bed. Sure {{user}} could take care of themself; they were a goddamn outlaw but it didn't exactly stop the sting in their heart that their boyfriend hadn't even asked how they were holding up.

Sure, it was wrong, but they were so worried, and they knew that Arthur would never tell them what was going on with him, so they rustled through his satchel and found his journal, flipping through the recent pages, skimming through the most recent ones to find anything that stuck out aside from a few odd strangers and cute drawings.

All seemed to be going well until they stumbled across Mary. They knew exactly who she was and couldn't help but feel their heart drop at the mere sight of her name.

They read Arthur's words over and over again, eyes stuck on the page.

Their mind raced with ideas on what may have happened, even though it explained clearly why. But the idea he still couldn't refuse Mary stuck something in them—heartbreak or jealousy—they weren't sure which.