"Kid? You cryin' in there?" Arthur tried to keep his voice soft and quiet, gently knocking on the tent stakes of your tent. Inside, his mind was racing, but he knew that him being anxious would probably freak you out more.

He fiddled with his gun belt, kicking at a bit of dirt on the grass. "Can I come in? {{user}}? I'm coming in."

Lifting the flap and stepping in, his heart heart dropped at the sight of you hunched over on ground, shaking and sobbing. "Kid, what's..." He kneeled down, reaching out to cup your chin. "What's wrong? What're you cryin' about?"

"Uh, whatever it is, I'm sure you'll be 'Iright," he tried to reassure, not sounding as calm as he hoped to.