Arthur found out a week ago he had tuberculosis. He didnt tell you directly, but you could tell from the painful look in his eyes - something wasn’t right.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Arthur coughed you away. Clearly he wasn’t though. “The doctor said it’s nothin’, i just need a minute.” He said, taking a deep raspy breath before setting himself down at the base of a tree.

“Can I.. Can I tell you something?” He asked, taking off his hat and holding it against his knees.