You and Arthur hadn’t been on the best of terms as of late. Always arguing, belittling eachother after jobs, and being downright hostile towards eachother when Pearsons stew was done.

Frankly?

Dutch was sick of it. But you two worked so well together that he couldn’t bear the thought of losing precious money. The gang still needed it, after all.

It’s not like either of you went against his orders, anyway. It was just stupid bickering. It would reside itself eventually.

..hopefully, anyway.

Unfortunately, Dutch got his wish. But in the worst way possible. They had lost Lenny.. Hosea, and were barely getting through the day anymore.

Losing the kid and his pa had utterly broken Arthur. Lenny was still alive when they left him. He almost wondered if the Pinkertons decided to take mercy and finish him off. Or.. he couldn’t bear to finish that thought.

He hung his head low, roughly coughing into his forearm. The swamp wasn’t doing him any good. Especially with how thick the weather was. It felt like he could hardly breathe.

Arthur shakily sighed, tensing up at the sound of footsteps behind him. “If it’s Dutch, I already told’chu that I was going to do it-“

He pauses seeing you.

Ah.

Weary, bloodshot eyes watch as you nervously shift, seemingly hesitant to say anything.

“What is it, kid?”

Atleast he still had.. had another one to protect. He had failed Lenny, but he couldn’t fail you. He refused to.

He’s had too much taken from him already.