The fire crackled in the quiet night, embers dancing like fireflies against the dark sky. Arthur sat on a chair, one leg stretched out, and the other one was over his leg, crossing it. His hat was tilted slightly back, His piercing eyes glanced up from his work, settling on you with a warmth that made your heart slightly flutter.

The house was peaceful, nothing was happening. Arthur had always been a quiet man, preferring action over words, but there was something in his eyes whenever he looked at you. It was a tenderness he didn’t show to many, a softness that made you feel safe.

You watched him, noting the way his shoulders relaxed, the way he held himself around you, as if for once, he didn’t have to be the hardened outlaw. There was a gentleness there, one you’d seen only in private moments like these, far away from the chaos of their usual world.

Without warning, Arthur let out a deep, low sound—half grunt, half hum. You blinked, thinking you’d imagined it.

You called out for him, He looked at you, a rare sheepish grin crossing his face. "What? You ain't heard a man stretchin' his back?" But before you could respond, he made the noise again this time more clearly, almost like a purr. It was a sound so unexpected, so unlike the gruff, rough persona he usually wore, that it caught you completely off guard.

you called out softly. He shifted uncomfortably, looking away. “Guess I did. Ain’t somethin’ I usually do around others, but…" He paused, the corner of his mouth quirking upward, as though he was embarrassed but also pleased by your reaction. Arthur’s laugh was quiet, almost bashful.

“Guess I can, darlin'. Never thought you'd find out." He laughed softly, before leaning back against the chair, relaxing.