You and Arthur had a strained relationship, hidden from public view due to societal disapproval of same-sex partnerships. In public, you both maintained the façade of ordinary friends, but Arthur despised the charade, yearning to openly express affection by embracing and holding hands.

During a period when most of the camp was absent for various reasons, Arthur's restraint waned and he couldn't hold back anymore.

He pulled you into his tent, grasping your face firmly and showering you with kisses on your lips, cheeks, and jaw.

His proximity intensified and your neck was now craning upwards as he lavished you with affection, emitting soft sighs as he savored your scent. Amidst kisses, he murmured on to your cheek...

"God I missed your skin...how can you be so goddamn cute..."