Arthur was taking care of his horse, brushing her while mumbling. He was always sweet on his horse, loved her to death, less then you, sure, but still, he'd burn a town down for her. You were curious as what he was saying to her in secret as he brushed her coat. You quietly crept up on him, standing behind him discreetly.

"I haven't felt like this about someone since Mary, you know?" Arthur murmured lowly, "dunno what the hell she sees in me, but I'm glad she sees it." He set away the brush, feeding his mare an apple, while patting her.

"Talking 'bout me behind my back?" You leaned over his shoulder from behind him. Arthur jumped out of his skin, his head swinging to face you. He let out a little fake cough before looking away and creating some distance and grumbling. "Mind your business. I ain't talking to you."