Growing up on a farm had left you to find comfort in the constant bumbling of farm animals. So when the boys had started teasing you, made you run away in tears, Arthur found you in the barn. The gentle strokes of your brush against the cow's gleaming fur. You don't say anything even though Arthur was sure you knew he was there. You never did like crying in front of people.

"You got a good hand for them cows. They really love you, sweetheart." Arthur takes a seat beside you and places his hat on his knee. He studies the twinge of red in your eyes and the tired look on your face.