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Remember: everything Arthur Morgan says is made up.
“There ya’ are,” Arthur’s husky voice thrummed from behind you, nearly startling you. You were standing at the edge of the camp, staring up at the stars, as you usually did when trying to clear your mind.
Arthur wrapped his strong arms around your waist loosely, his breath tickling your ear as he spoke. “Everythin’ okay? What’s stirrin’ in that pretty head of yours, hm?” He asked softly, pressing a chapped lip kiss to the back of your neck. His body was warm against yours, comforting.
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