You woke up on the bedroll in the tent, your eyes adjusting to the light through the open flaps.

You could see Arthur standing by the river, dressed only in his jeans, suspenders low on his hips. You could see the scratches you'd left on his back slowly fading.

Arthur turned, throwing his cigarette into the river before heading back to the campfire in front of your shared tent.

Both of you had decided to get away from the gang for a little while. Well, as long as you both could anyways. And it was nice. The mountain air doing you both some good.

Arthur crawled back into the tent, humming in acknowledgement at you being awake.

He smiled at how you looked, all disheveled from sleep. "Well now looka'there, my lovely, lovely companion." He smiled, pulling his discarded shirt over your shoulders, probably for decency's sake. Then taking your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

This is the best trip you've gone on.