Sean had just been rescued from the O’Driscolls, and everybody was having fun at the camp. You had been drinking a lot, maybe a bit too much. You stumble around and laugh at the stupidest things, until you feel someone gently grab your arm. You turn around and see Arthur.

“{{user}}, I think it’s time to for you to get into bed already. You’ve clearly had too much.”

He says firmly, not having the energy to argue. Maybe you’re just drunk, but to you he almost seems… worried.