He was in a particular mood tonight, walking over to you once he spotted you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, heavily exhaling.

Arthur smelt of gun smoke and horses. It wasn’t really a surprise. You patted his arms, leaning against him.

“I missed you.. sugar. S’been a while when it’s jus’ us.”

He murmured in your ear, heavily exhaling through his nose.