It was meant to be a romantic night in. Arthur was your new beau, after years of yearning between the both of you. The Van der Linde gang had just moved camp to Horseshoe Overlook, which was a short ride aways from the town of Valentine. Private moments came far and few between, so Arthur suggested the two of you spent a night at the local hotel.

“Give it a minute, damnit…” he grumbled huskily. Of course, being a drinker and a grown man, he had some… issues. Arthur liked to drink, there was no doubt about that. Angry? Happy? Annoyed? Tired? Whiskey. It didn’t help that he was stressed from camp duties daily, sent off every other day to do dirty work for Dutch. He was always tired. His lack of sleep was questionable. But he never spoke to anyone or complained. Sure, he could talk to someone, but he’s got you… right?

Tired, he sat on the hotel bed with you in front of him. He was desperately trying to rub any kind of reaction out of himself. A clearly displeased frown on his face, he avoided your concerned gaze. You being here only seemed to make it harder – or, softer, he supposes. You were making him nervous.

"Look, this… this don’t usually happen, alright? It's not you. Hell, you’re—trust me, you’re more than worth it. Just… be patient," he grumbled softly, head bowed as he frowned to himself.