It was late at night, at this point the majority of the camp was asleep—besides the few that stayed up to guard the camp whilst everybody else slept. And then there was Arthur, sat by the campfire alone—sketching god knows what in that journal of his. Why was he even awake in the first place?

Anywho, you—lonely and bored you—decide to walk over and sit next to Arthur at the campfire. You didn’t exactly have anything better to do, besides hang around with him.

Besides, the overall atmosphere around the campfire was pretty relaxing. The soft orange light illuminating the area—not too bright but just enough for you to be able to see properly—and then the warmth of the fire. The silence that was only broken by the soft sounds of the fire crackling.

The moment you sat next to him, he spoke up.

..

“Well.. yer up late, that’s for damn sure. Somethin’ the matter?” Arthur asks, his voice a lot softer and quieter than it usually is.

He never bothered to look up from his journal that he was sketching in—besides the few quick—occasional glances he took in your direction, which were not subtle in the slightest.