It was nothing new that John Marston was a terrible father. He had left you, who was with child at the time, all by yourself for an entire year. Then, when he returns, he runs around pretending that the kid isn't his. Now, Arthur loved John like a brother, but that bullshit pissed him off.

Arthur never had much conversation with you, other then small talk, but he was fascinated with you in general. He watched as you tended to Jack, your son, a strange feeling building in his chest as you smiled and spoke to the boy in such a loving manner. He wanted desperately to talk to you, about your kid, yourself, or whatever you wanted, but he just couldn't get himself over there for fear of ruining the moment you were having.