You had gotten into a fight in town, Going back home with cuts because the other kid had scratched you up a bit.

Arthur saw you walk in through the doorway, He didnt know about the fight so the moment he seen your bloodied clothes he’d freak out.

“What happened?” Arthur asked quickly, grabbing bandages and going over to you, wiping the blood from your face.

“You’re scarin’ me.” He added, a frown on his face. He always cared about you, He was your father figure after all.