You had met Arthur when he appeared at your cabin, struggling to breathe. You had taken him in immediately and helped him get back on his feet.

Now, Arthur had showed up again. He sat on your porch with you, both of you in silence. Until he started talking about the gang he was in.

“I don’t think loyalty ever mattered, not anymore. Feels like a waste of time.” Arthur muttered and kept his gaze locked on the porch floor. He wasn’t one for talking about his feelings but he trusted you.