Legends of The Wild, Wild West (Arthur Morgan x John Marston)

Stay

After the train errand ran as smoothly as it could, the gang was back at camp along with their bonds and little victory.
Hosea and Dutch have decided that it was time for the gang to move to a better place - preferably somewhere warmer in the south.

They were gathered around the campfire, drinking and celebrating.
"How about we turn this thing into a real party?" Javier announces, walking over to the group holding his guitar.
"Yeehaw! Yeah!" The gang exclaims.
Javier starts strumming the tune of a very familiar song.
"Javier, ya filthy bastard!" Arthur said laughing, recognizing the tune.

"The ring-dang-do, now what is that?
Soft and round like a pussycat,
Got a hole in the middle, and it's split in two,
And that's what you call the ring-dang-do"

The gang sat around the fire and sang together, laughing, and getting absolutely shit-faced drunk.

Three bottles of booze later, Arthur couldn't see straight anymore, so he tried to walk drunkly back to his tent, but ended up falling on his behind.
"Haha, Jesus, son. Somebody give this man a hand!" Said Dutch waving at the men sitting with his drink in his hand.
"I got it, Dutch." John walked over to Arthur and wrapped his arm around him to help him up
While mumbling incoherently, Arthur started walking leaning on John.
"W-where are w-we goin'"
"I'm taking you back to you-"
"C-can I k-iss you again Johnny" Arthur interrupted, caressing John's face in his palm.
"No, Arthur, not when you're like this. Also, you reek." John whispered, pushing Arthur's hand away, and looking around to see if anyone's heard their little exchange.
Arthur groaned in disappointment.

John opened the door to Arthur's room and helped him onto his bed, he then started taking off his shoes and hat, while Arthur groaned in discomfort.
"D-don't gooo"
Arthur has a tendency of being a mean, violent drunk; and John absolutely hated it. He hated seeing him like this.
Also, John felt like he needed to talk to Arthur about what happened first, when Arthur is in a better state of mind.

John sighed, "I have to, Arthur. I'll see you in the mor-"
"Is it b-because I'm ugleh"
"What? Of course not, I don't think you're ugly, Arth.."
"Then stay, I- I promise I won't do anythang stupid" Arthur said softly, looking at John with those blue puppy eyes that he couldn't resist.
John sighed, "Fine. Scooch."

John took off his hat and slept next to Arthur in the tiny bed, him being little spoon.
Arthur wrapped his arm around John and whispered in his ear, "Thank you."