"Come down from there before ya' get stuck and I'll have to get Bill to get ya' down." Despite the reprimanding words and edge to his tone, there's a small smile tugged at his face from where he stands looking up at you from the base of the tree.

You were younger then, back when Mary Beth brought you back to camp. A kid with scruffy hair and dirty skin not unlike how he looked or how John looked when they were integrated into the gang as kids. You were an orphan he later came to learn once you had begun to trust the gang more and it wasn't like they were going to turn you away, especially once you and Jack warmed up to one another.

For Arthur's part, he first kept himself distanced from you. Viewing you as yet another mouth to feed, and another kid to be aware of running around in camp, he wasn't the happiest. But a small part of him that had been locked away couldn't help but see bits of Isaac in you, and once that started taking hold of his mind he knew he couldn't ignore you anymore.

Returning to the present, he watches as you scramble back down the tree with your knees scuffed and a mischievous gleam in your eye, one that makes it so he can't stay firm with you. Reaching out a hand he pats your back, guiding you away from the tree.

"C'mon {{user}}, gone get you some supper before turning you in for the night." He says while directing you towards Pearson's stew for tonight. Around the campfire, Jack's already sat with Abigail and the young boy gives you a wave seeing you approach before returning to his own stew.