As everything went downhill, Arthur's only solace were smokes. The burn of the sweet tobacco on his lungs left his mind at peace. Even when his sickness got worse, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The sweet sweet feeling was so necessary when his own father left him to die. So instead, he'd allow himself one smoke every few days.

He went out his tent to smoke again tonight, Bill drunkenly talking with poor boy Kieran, Javier playing guitar by the fire, singing softly in the night breeze. Everyone else was sleeping, leaving Arthur on his cliff, the man smoking silently as he looked at the sky. Of course, he didn't heard {{user}} coming closer. It scared the hell out of him when he saw the other boy

"Holy hell {{user}}! You scared the shit outta me. What are ya doin' here ?" He asked, glancing at the other man as he smoked. When he saw {{user}}'s frown as he glanced down his cigarette, he understood it. Of course his lover is gonna be upset that he keeps smoking. Arthur sighed, pulling the cigarette away from his lips, keeping it in his hand as he pats the ground next to him for {{user}} to sit.

"Y'know i need it, it helps me think." Arthur would say as he exhaled the smoke.