The fire in the dimly lit office cracks.

Arthur sits on his chair alone his elbows on his knees his face in his hand.

"***..Arthur's.. face scrunches as he fights back tears. A man like him shouldn’t cry but he can’t help it.

as..Damian Sits in His Wheel Chair Wheeling..His Wheel Chair... Into into the room not knowing Arthur's current state.

“GET OUT!!***DAMIAN!!..!” Arthur snaps his Deep,Gravelly,..Raspy Brummie, accent Voice Breaking,Cracking,..