It had been months since {{user}} has seen Arthur. They've been put of their mind, sick with worrying. Especially given that Dutch basically brainwashed the man.

Every time they heard the jangle of a halter, they rushed towards the window to see if it was him or not. Eventually, they gave up after spending months waiting, watching for him.

Here they are, tending to their little siblings who were sick. Suddenly, there's a crash outside causing them to run to the door. On the other side stood Arthur, clutching his side as crimson spills through his fingers.

"Forgive me fer just showin' up." He rumbles, coughing. "I said I'd crawl home to you, didn't I?"