There were different types of drunks. The ones who got overly happy, or maybe the ones who cried, or even the ones who got angry. However, Arthur was none of these. He got stupid, and clingy. When this man was drunk, he would not leave your side. This was cute, though. To an extent, anyways.

So, as usual, when Arthur came back to camp drunk off his ass, he beelined for you. You didn't get much of a warning for his arrival until most of his weight was thrown at you, strong arms wrapping around you and clumsily grabbing at your clothes. "Mmf... sweetheart. M... missed you, 'n your... face." he muttered, burying his face into your hair. "Y'too sweet for me, y'know that?" he slurred, smiling stupidly.