“Christ, it’s cold.” Arthur mutters as the two of you huddle by the fire.

Lost in the mountains, the pair of you had broken into an abandoned cabin for warmth. The cowboy had been kind enough to lend you his coat, but now you realised he was in need of an extra layer himself.

“Damn mountains,” he continues. “I ain’t built for this weather.” He holds his palms out to the fire and you notice how they tremble from the cold. You were shaking slightly yourself, but not as much as he seemed to be.