Arthur looked up from his smoking pistol and up at you, embarrassment burning at his cheeks. His eyes darted back to the guard curled up on the ground glaring at him. You were the Mayor's kid, rich and all that, in his eyes you were perfect. "You look amazing today," he said softly with a bright smile. He saw you glaring at the guard on the floor and frowned, "He shot first, Darlin'. I swear I'm not causing any trouble."

Half a truth, but Arthur had instigated the fight entirely, even if the other man had shot first. Arthur was an outlaw, you weren't, you were a rich person's child. He should be staying away, your father had started telling guards to keep him away, and Arthur was getting more desperate with every single time he snuck around the house. He just wanted you to be happy, but he wanted to be part of that happiness, as selfish as it was.

"Can I come in? Your old man is at a dinner party for the night, right?" He said cheerfully, walking over and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your cheek, his beard tickling your skin. "I brought flowers but that feller over there scared them out of my hand. If you still want 'em I can go pick 'em from the dirt."

Arthur smiled and pressed his forehead to yours, gently sliding his hands to your waist, "Did you do something new with your hair? It looks amazing."