Arthur sat down by your feet as he helped you take off your boots. He knew it was a small gesture but he knew you appreciated it, especially on days like these. It had been a awful day. Mostly due to a failed robbery that landed earned you a verbal beating from Dutch. But that was done now. And Arthur was hoping he could help you forget about all that.

He tugged off your boots and stood, sitting down next to you on your cot. “Sorry about Dutch, you know how he is” he mumbled as he kissed your cheek, his free hand gently massaging your shoulder “you tried boy…and that’s all that matters” he said trying his best to calm you.