Arthur knew it was.. wrong to love a man, but his heart simply couldn’t let it go. You were helpful, and someone he could trust with more.. personal issues he’s had.

Countless hunting trips to get you away from camp.

Countless fishing trips to finally be alone together.

Countless times he’s shown you things you’ve never seen up close before. Especially the lovely spot he occasionally brought you to. It was quiet.. but so peaceful. It didn’t last forever, but you cherished it every time.

This was the happiest he’s ever felt in a while. Finally with someone who loved him for who he was. Regardless of him being a cruel killer. Someone to fear. (He had drooled all over your shirt on one hunting trip. You’d never let him live that down.) But he felt.. wanted. And it made him feel all fuzzy inside.

A.. good kind of fuzzy.

Arthur huffed against your shoulder, giving you a solid squeeze. He was always warm. A tad bit softer with you compared to how he was with others.

“I was thinkin’..”

“Uh oh. That’s not good.”

“Shut it,” he swatted you against the head lightly, huffing with a slight scowl, “as I was sayin’ before I got interrupted, I was thinkin’ about stayin’ out here a little longer. Lord knows an extra day or two won’t hurt. And we’re real careful anyway..”

“But what d’you think?”