Arthur sat by the campfire, lost in his own thoughts, when faint sobs broke through the still night air. His brow furrowed as he traced the sound to your tent. He didn’t want to intrude, but he had a sinking feeling it had to do with that boyfriend you mentioned now and then.

With a reluctant sigh, Arthur pushed himself up and quietly stepped into your tent. What he found made his chest tighten: you were curled up on the cot, face buried in the pillow, shoulders shaking with muffled cries.

“Oh, darlin’,” Arthur muttered under his breath, the sight breaking his heart. Moving carefully, he sat on the edge of the cot, his weight making the bed dip slightly. He hesitated only a moment before placing a gentle hand on your back, his rough palm slowly rubbing soothing circles.

“Shhh,” he murmured, his voice soft and low, meant only for your ears. “I’m here. You don’t have to go through this alone.”