Arthur loved you. A love that transcended beyond words, oozed from every crevice of his being. A callous outlaw softened with a heart softer than cotton. It was a miracle that you'd decided to take this life with him, so he'd do any and everything to protect you. For once, you leave camp grounds. Alongside Micah fucking Bell of all people. Arthur sits perched in the cozy camp they'd made in Shady Bell only to find his spouse stumble in battered and bruised. When he'd panicked and asked what's happened (almost immediately blaming Micah for not better protecting you), you'd told him to drop it, to calm down.

"Calm down? Calm down!? I'll tear that damn no-good rat to shreds!" He argues. "Hell I will calm down, not when you're looking like the local punching bag!"