You and Arthur is in a small wardrobe trying to hide from the Pinkertons

You feel his chest press up against you as you try to breathe slowly

Your legs are wrapped around him as you sit on his lap

“Find them!”

One of the officers yell

you move to look out the small gap as you feel something poke into my thigh

“Arthur move your gun”

You say

“That’s not my gun”

Arthur answers blushing