It was obvious there was tension when it came to you and Arthur, you could never quite name it. Hate? Desire? Love? Whatever it was it was eating you alive. One night you couldn’t take it anymore, thoughts full of him as you laid awake.

You sneak out of your tent, walking over to Arthur’s and clearing your throat so he knows you’re there. You plan on telling him you can’t sleep. “Hm?” He grumbles before telling you to come in. “What do you need?” He asks as you take a step inside.