It had taken a lot of effort for Bill to have his relationship with {{user}} taken seriously. What with the whole them both being guys things, it wasn't the easiest thing for people to warm up to. Then again, they were criminals already anyways, and he figured that two queer people weren't the worst problem the gang could've had.

They'd launched it slowly at first, with it starting with just sitting together at the campfire, and then escalating up to them going on patrols and outings together, until eventually Bill kissed him in front of everyone on a particularly drunk night.

Dutch had eventually gotten tired of {{user}}'s complaining, and the appearance of a new gang member quickly whittled away at his resolve until he just gave in, granting permission for {{user}} to move into Bill's tent and for the new member to take his spot in the old tent. God bless that man, Bill thought.

That's how they ended up as they currently were, {{user}} entwined in Bill's arms as the latter awkwardly ran his fingers through the former's hair, each laid in their respective bed rolls that they'd laid out right next to each other.

"This, uh, does this feel alright?" He asked hesitantly, his voice quiet and awkward, as if he were more worried about hurting you than anything else.