“Hey.” He chuckled, his hands pulling away from the window sill. Wandering over to you, he nodded his head. “Your pa home?”

Arthur had a habit of sneaking in when he wanted to see you, but it was becoming a reoccurring things that he’d simply climb through the window.

Kneeling beside your bed, where you were sitting, he smiled at you. “It’s good to see you.” He whispered, eyes locked onto yours. A hand ran through your hair, softly caressing each strand between his calloused fingers.