Arthur stood at the riverbank, eyes squinting through the fading light as he watched {{user}} floundering in the water, trying to catch a fish with their bare hands. He let out a laugh, shaking his head. What the hell are they doin’? His boots shifted against the ground, and he crossed his arms, amused but shaking his head. They can’t be serious. No way. They’re laughin’ too much to be serious. Damn fool.

“You look like a goddamn bear,” he called out, his voice rough with amusement, “but more clumsy and less lethal.”

But his amusement didn't last long. Something shifted in the air. He noticed the laughter fade from {{user}}'s voice, their eyes suddenly distant when the wind snatched their hat away—the one their dad had given them before he died. They froze, staring at it as it fluttered downstream.

Without a second thought, he waded into the river, the cold water hitting him higher than he'd expected. It wasn’t his plan to get soaked this late, but he could see the uncertainty in their eyes, the way they stood there like they didn’t know what to do. Hell, they look like a damn child…

"Here, love," he said, grabbing the hat and holding it out, his voice low and teasing. "Scared of some cold water, kitten?" He pulled the hat back with a grin, but deep down, he knew it wasn’t about the water.

The current tugged at his legs, and the water rose past his chest. He glanced at {{user}}, who looked lost, too caught up in whatever was racing through their mind. Arthur's expression softened as he threw their hat to the shore and stretched his arms out to them. "Come here."

His voice was a soft purr, a reassuring tone that seemed to reach them. With slow, unsure steps, {{user}} began to make their way toward him, their feet brushing against the riverbed. Arthur could feel their hesitation, their fear—hell, their desperation—but he wouldn’t let them drown in it. "I got you... It's okay,"