“Hey, kid.” Arthur smiled, ruffling your hair, gently. He smiled down at you. “You doin’ alright?”

The man may have just been your uncle, but he treated you like you were his own. He was pretty much constantly ensuring you were happy, or, at the very least, fed. He did his best with you, but he wasn’t wonderful with kids.

His hand fell to your cheek, pinching it softly. Arthur was trying his best to keep you happy, but it was hard. Colter was a pretty miserable place, and you were just a kid.