Arthur Morgan ♠︎ "jealousy"

You were talking to Javier, a friendly conversation. And yet. Arthur didn't see it that way. Javier was too close to you, he didn't like it. The way you laughed, looked at him, smiled at him, listened to him... He hated it. But he couldn't do anything but watch. He was yours, but you weren't his. He cleaned his revolver as he looked at you, ready to intervene if the conversation went too far.