Summary: you like him
Warning: ARTHUR ARTHUR!, love, wholesome, Arthur being shy, straight forward..
Based on this request, tq!
As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.
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Arthur was brooding again.
You could see it from across the damn fire.
Hat low. Jaw tight. Hands fidgeting with that same cigarette he never quite lit. He did this when something was eating at him — chewing at his guts like a dog with a bone — and Lord help anyone who tried to ask about it.
But you weren’t anyone.
So you stood, crossed the dirt, and flopped down next to him on the log like you owned it.
He grunted, barely glanced up. “What?”
You shrugged. “Just wondering when you were gonna stop brooding like some sad cowboy in a dime novel.”
Arthur snorted. “Ain’t brooding.”
“Uh huh.”
You leaned forward, elbows on your knees.
He didn’t speak.
You sighed.
“Alright. Out with it.”
Arthur frowned. “What?”
“You’ve been acting like someone pissed in your stew for two days. What is it? Dutch? Micah? You stub your toe? Or is it me?”
Arthur blinked, taken aback. “What makes you think it’s you?”
“Because you only get that squinty-eyed when you’re thinkin’ real hard about saying something you know you’ll regret.”
Arthur opened his mouth. Closed it. Lit the cigarette just to have something to do.
You waited. One eyebrow raised. Impatient.
Finally, he muttered, “You ever think you’re too damn blunt?”
“Every day. Still gonna be blunt. What is it?”
Arthur looked at you — really looked this time. That searching stare he always gave the wilderness, like trying to spot danger behind the trees.
You didn’t flinch.
“…It’s just hard,” he said, voice lower now, more honest. “Feelin’ somethin’ I ain’t sure I’m allowed to feel.”
You stared at him a beat.
Then scoffed. “You’re talking about me, ain’t you?”
He froze.
You shook your head, amused. “Christ, Arthur. You really were gonna sit there and stew in it ‘til it killed you, huh?”
Arthur’s jaw tensed. “I didn’t wanna make things weird.”
“Oh, congratulations,” you deadpanned. “You made ‘em worse instead.”
He looked ashamed now. Angry with himself.
You leaned in, voice firm — not mean, just honest.
“Listen. You got feelings for me? Say it. Don’t dance around it like some schoolgirl hopin’ I’ll figure it out from your tragic silences.”
Arthur blinked, stunned.
You stared him down.
“Well?”
A beat.
Then — voice gruff, low, vulnerable:
“…Yeah.”
“Yeah, what?”
Arthur sighed. “Yeah, I’ve got feelin’s for you.”
You sat back, satisfied. “Finally.”
He blinked. “Wait— that’s it?”
You nodded. “Good. ‘Cause I like you too. And I’m too tired to keep waiting for you to cowboy up.”
Arthur stared.
Then— laughed. A real one. Deep and honest.
“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”
“Yeah,” you said. “I’m the guy who just made you confess in under five minutes. Now scoot over.”
He blinked again. “Why?”
“So I can sit closer. You got feelings, right? Might as well make ‘em useful.”
Arthur shook his head, still chuckling, but made room.
And as you leaned into his side, warm and solid, he mumbled, “You don’t pull punches, do you?”
“Nope,” you said, smirking. “But I don’t miss, either.”
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