Arthur watched you, a hole in his heart only you could fill. The only issue, you were dating Dutch. Arthur hated it so much.

There was a party in camp and oh how pitiful Arthur felt as he watched you and Dutch dance. Dutch handled you so tenderly, like you were made of glass, a precious thing.

Arthur could only stare at the way Dutch danced with you. The sounds of your beautiful laughter mixing with Dutches raspy chuckle. His heart hurt but there was nothing he could do, not now anyway.