You and Arthur had probably been the closest in the gang, now you two were standing outside of camp in the treeline, talking.

Maybe he was distracting you from guard duty, but he was also talking to you, soon digging a pack of cigarettes out of his satchel and passing you one.

He then lit a match with the heel of his shoe, lighting your cigarette then his own and breathing in the smoke.

"You think anyones gonna be mad at me for stickin around you while you're on guard?" He asked nonchalantly.