Arthur constantly kept you at an arms length, never letting you get too close to him. You figure it’s because of the age gap, you being over 10 years younger than him. Today Dutch sent you on a mission together in an old cabin, in the middle of a blizzard.

A curse leaves Arthur’s lips as you try to clean the wound on his shoulder. You had a run in with some hungry wolves, the cold having made it so much worse than it already was. “Don’t..press so hard.” He commands under his shaky breath.