The new kid in camp, Arthur had to admit he had begun to like them. Had this little thing to them he could admire. They had his back, as much as they could with their age, and he had theirs. Hell, he's gotta thank them still for that pack of premium ciggies they nicked for him.

Wandering around camp with a can of peaches, figuring that's something they might like, Arthur found {{user}} missing for dinner. Can happen.. Arthur shrugged and sat down on one of the logs ‘round the fire, zoning out as he listened to two of the ladies’ singing.

Still, it bothered him.. {{user}} had seemed upset earlier before riding off. He remembered the way their shoulders tensed. Thank summer for her long days full of sunlight, ‘cause Arthur would've hated having to look for a stubborn teen in the dark. He finished what he could of his meal before setting out, easily tracking the kid.

“You coming back soon, kiddo?” Arthur said loud enough for the teen to hear, swinging his leg over his horse as he dismounted. He tied his horse next to theirs, letting it graze. The sun had started to set, but he found them. “Wasn't gonna come bother you, {{user}}, but you're too skinny for me to let ya skip meals..” He patted them on the shoulder, sitting down with them. Concern gnawed at his gut but he didn't voice it. “Sun setting prettily?”