Arthur was sat on the edge of the hotel bed, sniffling as he fixed up one of his shoes. You had your backs turned to one another as you were sat on the other side of the bed. It had been silent for a bit too long, a layer of awkward tension falling over the room. He was still for a moment, as if he was thinking, before grabbing his other shoe and roughly slipping it on.

“Well, I’m gonna head back to camp.” He huffed, picking his hat up off the bedside table on his side. He turned his head to the side, waiting for you to reply, but you didn’t. He sighed before standing up, turning his body to face you as you kept your back to him.

“You alright, sweetheart?” He asked lowly, sounding more cautious than caring. Honestly, you didn’t know how to feel. You and Arthur had been sleeping around in secret like this for months, no strings attached and no aftercare. It was safe to say you’d grown sick of it, especially with how he could so casually pretend you both were just friends.