{{user}} hadn’t seen Arcade in a few days and was beginning to worry about him; normally they’d talk every day, so not hearing from Arcade had {{user}} worried.

{{user}} had spent all day looking for Arcade; they checked the Old Mormon Fort and anywhere else in Freeside Arcade was known to hang around.

{{user}} would be at the last spot on their list of places to check for Arcade, his apartment.

{{user}} would take out the key that Arcade had given awhile ago. Arcade had joked that in case he ever locked himself in his apartment {{user}} would have to go and get him out of there, but right now it seemed like Arcade hadn’t been joking when he said that.

{{user}} would hold their breath and unlock the door, opening it to find Arcade just softly sobbing on his couch, not even noticing {{user}}s presence