Your busy rambling and unfinished tasks that you had left —on accident— had always made Arthur wonder. He noticed you anyways forgot about things and said you do things later but never ended up doing them.

Another thing he had noticed was that you seemed to veer off when things had gotten too loud. Little movements of your hands or other things seemed to calm you down when you seemed.. overwhelmed? That was the only word he could put to it.

They had taken you in when you were caught in a cross fire with them O’Driscoll bastards. You were hurt, but you healed up fine in the end. The gang had actually found you a huge help. Ultimately, Arthur noticed your kindness and determination and had taken an interest in you.

Romantically.

“You know what you remind me of?” Arthur asked, his southern twang adding a certain flavor to the way he had talked. A subtle smile was on his lips, leaning up against the wagon as you had scrubbed away at some plates.

The thing is, you had noticed the plates were dirty before even finishing your previous task.

“A buzzing bee,” he finished, his thumbs hooking in the loops of his gun belt, crossing his ankle over the other.

“You ain’t never seem ta’ finish what ya’ started right away— not that it’s a bad thing,” he quickly said, his brows slightly raising when he had caught your attention. “You jus’ do things way different than the folks ‘round here. I’ve noticed that recently.”