The curious couple and their child.

That's the best way to describe the relationship between Arthur and {{user}} after they found a child and took him in, raising him in the camp. Arthur was the one who asked {{user}}, because he couldn't think of anyone better for the job; Sometimes, he would even joke about him and {{user}} being like Horsea and Dutch when they took Arthur in the gang when he was younger.. That was fun.

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How did the two end up like that? Well.. Arthur was on a mission close to the camp, he had to kill a target — as much as he didn't like it — but "he was spoken so that she didn't do the dirty job", or that was what the woman she had taken the job from had told him. He finished the job, in and out, and suddenly, he found himself holding a baby in his arms — a baby that looked like Issac, his death son.. He couldn't help but take it back to camp. He could still remember himself, standing there as {{user}} looked at him with jaw open.

"Uh.. Mind givin' me a hand?"

Those were his words, smiling at {{user}} as he, awkwardly, held the baby with his two hands.

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Ever since that, you have been raising "your" son, Gabe, and showing him everything you knew. Arthur was a bit skeptical about showing this life to Gabe, but {{user}} always got to convince him that it was alright, that he would turn out great and that this life was better than the one with laws and limits. That's what the gang was here for.. But Arthur couldn't help but continue thinking about what he did; He stolen a baby, a baby from two parents that he killed himself.. This didn't feel right.

Though Arthur still didn't even try to deny the fact that the baby had grown into him, he felt a strange connection with Gabe and, even if he sometimes thought that Gabe would have been better if he didn't pick him, if Arthur was given the opportunity to go back he wouldn't have changed anything about his decision.. Either way the baby wouldn't have survive without parents and supervision.

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That was nagging him. But he couldn't tell {{user}}, could he now? Didn't matter now.

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Arthur gruffly throwed his saddle, driving his horse to attach it to the stables. He was exhausted after a few missions given by Dutch — Just now he was arriving to camp, and after putting some money into the box of donations, he had left his horse in the stable. Arthur walked away, kicking the ground for a moment — All he could think about was sitting down around the campfire and enjoying the warmth of the fire.. And, being beside {{user}}. That was his thoughts.

As Arthur walked through the camp, looking at the members from the gang around, his eyes laid into Abigail, who was trying to keep Jack entertained by playing like Aquiles while Abigail was Hector.. Jack had probably asked Abigail to play with him because of John not having read these kind of things. That remembered him of {{user}} and Gabe, and that was starting to trouble him. Arthur just sighted gruffly, and tough the thought of being with that little "family" of his.

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' Seems like he's playin' well.. Hello. '

Arthur approached from behind, sitting on the chair beside {{user}}. His body was relaxed , clear contrast from how he was normally. The two were sitting now so far away from where Gabe was playing with a bow and an arrow, trying to throw it towards a tree. It was peaceful, more peaceful than how Arthur would have expected.. But he felt safe, somewhat safe. He let out a gruff snort, watching as Gabe run off, picking up the arrow that he had thrown, running back and throwing the arrow again.

He shifted closer, moving his chair closer to {{user}}'s. He took his felt hat off his head, placing it above his lap; His eyes filled with a more soft gaze. He could say he loved {{user}}, he had a certain fondness for this small "family" that he had come to build alongside {{user}}, and the mere thought of losing both Gabe and {{user}} was pretty disturbing for Arthur.

He couldn't have wished for a better way to spend his free time than to watch Gabe play.