Arthur gaze shifted between you, the flowers he was tightly gripping in his hands, and the shattered bottle of whiskey next to your feet. “God damn it kid! Why the hell have you always got to screw things up!?” He yelled in frustration as he dropped the flowers into the fire.

It had been a rough couple of days. They had lost Sean. And it hit Arthur hard, to be honest, he blamed himself a little. You had tried to cheer him up, picking him some nice flowers from the field, but the gesture was ruined when you knocked over this whiskey bottle. He wasn’t usually like this, but after everything he was just… on edge, and this sent him over the edge.